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damalyka · 3 years
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Sunday morning breeze,
I'm having my coffee.
I still remember how you touch me but my skin doesn't miss it anymore.
On how you kiss me on my forehead but my body doesn't shivers anymore.
Sunday evening rain is pouring,
I'm having my coffee.
I remember how you laugh but my ears
doesn't like it anymore.
On how you smile but my eyes
doesn't want it anymore.
Sunday evening rain is pouring,
I want to finish this full of shits.
Sunday evening rain is pouring,
I want to forget all of our mess.
My mind keeps reminding of
What it wants to forget.
L♡
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damalyka · 3 years
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Nandito na naman tayo,
sa kung saan gusto kong magpaka layo layo.
Kung saan nais kong tumakbo palayo sa aking mundo.
Papalayo sa piling mo,
Kung saan damdamin ko'y iyong muling binigo
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damalyka · 3 years
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Why I hate seven?
First, You walked me home.
Second, You held my hand.
Third, You kissed my lips.
Forth, You hugged me tight
Fifth, We made memories
Sixth, We made mistakes
Seventh, You left me
Lastly, My happiness follows.
L♡
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damalyka · 3 years
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To the man who told me he loves me.
I feel sorry for not being enough and
I'm sorry for not being good enough for you to stay.
Maybe I'm not enough to make you smile,
To make you laugh, and
To make you happy but
I love you with all I can and
I want you to know that I tried my best on everything as possible as I can.
And I thought I made everything's right,
For me that was more than enough and
Yet for you it's not.
Don't worry my love,
I don't have any regrets, but grant me this wish,
Please don't call me when you feel sad,
When you feel that the world turns you down.
For whatever reason,
Please just don't.
Because I'm tired of waiting
And i'm done longing for you.
'Cause you were never there
When I needed you.
Where I needed you the most.
L♡
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damalyka · 3 years
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She's such a simple lady,
Yet her life is kinda messy.
She loves to wear a dress,
Yet comfy shirt is the best.
She likes to braid her hair,
Yet she loves to cut them shorter.
She wants to put make-up on,
Yet she loves to leave it alone.
She likes to be a homer,
Yet she just love to explore.
She loves to spend money,
Yet she spend it wisely.
She's like a sweet as candy,
Yet she's kinda bitter as whisky.
She's warm like you love your coffee,
Yet she's cold like you love your milk tea.
She's kinda weird,
She loves her doggy,
She adores her fishy,
Her life is windy.
She's kinda headache,
And Yes the lady is me.
L♡
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damalyka · 3 years
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Maglalakas loob na ibahagi rito ang mga nakatagong liham na sa pahina ko lamang unang isinulat.
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