By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra
Every time I walk on the corridor,
I always wait and hope for the girl that I adore,
Hoping that she would see me,
And praying that I’m the only one she’ll see.
Every time I walk beside her classroom,
Everything around me seem to bloom,
Everything becomes gloomy,
And I start to feel happy.
But all those feelings are now gone,
For my despise for her has just began.
“My dear dear Inspiration,
You are now my Persecution.”
When I was loving you, happiness was what I always gain,
But now, the only thing that I receive is pain,
Pain that I get when I see that you’re both together,
Together lying in the arms of each other.
Sometimes I hurt myself,
But I’d just stand up and ask my self,
“Do I really deserve you?
Are you worthy of a guy who’ll always be true?”
At 1st I thought that, with those beautiful eyes,
You will never tell me lies.
But I guess I’m incorrect,
For those of yours, I did neglect.
How I hate the way you hurt me,
Putting me in a cage and never setting me free,
“Do You Hate Me?” or “Do You Hate My Love?”
“Or Perhaps, It’s me that you don’t wanna have?”
But I should not bother,
What you feel for me should not matter.
It’s you that I should ignore,
Not those people who cares for me by knocking on my door.
Goodbye Temptation,
Perhaps, I should thank you for my persecution,
For it helped me realize that I should give you my farewell,
Farewell to the girl, whom I thought would always make me feel well.
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