Forever talking down people's art
Unyielding to anyone else's opinions...
You made your first move with your pawn
what a nice opening...
The bile rises up
To the back of my dry throat...
I will die slowly
Stuck inside my own body...
To be a fly upon a petal of pages-
As dusk turns into nightfall shadows...
Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...
Silent tears running down her face
each droplet leaving a shimmering trail...
At the ninth hour I first did see thee th're,
something inside mine own soul wast did stir...
"Am I in trouble?"
she asked, as an ambulance...
"Do not care what people think"
is what I try to tell myself...
Why is it when I talk you can't hear me,
yet when you want to talk, I have to listen...
There are things
that nothing can replace...