i started to write some poems maybe in my second year high school, it was a filipino language. |
Some people laugh at him,
some simply ignore...
Please give me food and some clothes,
because I'm hungry and freezing...
Please give me food and some clothes,
because I'm hungry and freezing...
So this is love.
it is bleeding...
The writer opened up the eyes
of those blindfolded from the truth...
God give me strength to go
and to let go...
With a touch of your hand
i can feel your heart...
You'll get exhausted |
The person who loves the most |