Nine-thirty and getting sleepy
I'm alone in this couch
Trying to do a poetry
Words linger in my mind
But nothing seemed so right
When he's not at my sight
So i closed me eyes
And let my heart talk
My pen started to scribble
In this empty notebook on the table
Ten-thirty and yes, sleepy
Oh, i just did a poetry.
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written last SEPT. 24, 2008
in the hallways of Kauswagan Hotel in Sagay.
xoxo
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