Poem by Francis Morilao
Looking back from the past,
Seems like my mind collapse;
Things that were meant to last,
Now it's just a thing of the past
Rumors may make your day,
Believing some Nay say;
Seems like everything is okay,
But truth prevails at the end of the day.
Just like when you say you Love Me,
It runs through my ears and flee;
Words that seems too pretty,
Act if you really Love Me.
A word that ends one first,
You may find it when you twist your neck;
Seems like what the heck?
Same last word from the first.
