The Past
he's young.. he's heart is pure and accepting
naive and innocence sorround his being
a playfull smile is always present
however, behind an angelic mask
is a boy weeping..
life is never been easier,
how can the world be so wicked
love and affection, he always dream
a dream like a thousand miles
a simple hug would suffice all sufferings
but still.. life is cold and cruel
alone and blue.. as he gently weeps
gentle rains, washes his teary face
his silent sobs melts my heart
how cruel this world can be.. to such a gentle heart
how I wish I can heal his aches.
years past and the boy is now a man
there are no traces of his past
life is good and there's plenty of everything
But as he look back, he saw a boy
still alone and blue
and still weeping in the dark.
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ayun ow! naghahanap lang po ng mga kasama dito sa middle east, add nyo ako sa link nyo
jhay, musta na? poetic ka rin pala. hehe. musta na dito? mukhang busy ka ata at bihira ng makapgpost. Thank you for joining sa Pinoy expats/OFW blogs ha. See you again this year!
I couldn't be able to understand what you are trying to say through the simple poem.
was the boy missing every happiness of his young stage?
If so, is this the cause the man to be happy?
wildered...
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