By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Who wouldn’t want such warmth like day?
Enclosed within the arms of gray,
Within fates grasp, I’d want to stay,
Be it love or assume that it’s a friendly display.
I’ll keep these desires, letting them roam and play,
Such trouble makers, they make my mind go fray,
Time just continues to play along with their games,
So loud with sounds that
create not solace but a tray.
I’d love to love you, but I can’t even love myself,
I’d want to have you, but I can’t even make words rhyme
I’d want to be with you, if I can be two places at one time,
But I know that these are just words that rhyme.**
