Pagod ka na, Gumising at bumangon Gusto mo nalang mamahinga Sawa ka na, Mag-isip nang mag-isip Para lang malibang ka At ayaw mo na, Mabuhay, maglakad at kumain Nang mag -isa
There was no invitation And there will never be For a smoke in your heart Pitch-black but left unseen And gray— The ones belong to your lungs Either one kills you
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)