Poem by Francis Morilao
Things were meant to be special,
Became dull and full of denial;
That echo of her empty smile,
Empty thoughts became viral.
Silence that breaks the spell,
Much more louder than the bell;
Through her never ending sorrow,
Reflects the color of her shadow.
Empty thoughts I hate the most,
From becoming better to worst;
Neither she nor he refused,
Empty thoughts her mind abused.
Sad but true,
Says the few;
Reality talks,
That sorrow walks.
Believing there's no hope,
That empty thoughts afloat,
The desire to make her smile;
Is an act of revenge to her pride.
She, who never speaks,
He, who follows the beat;
They, became owners of mischief,
To wit the silence they commit.
My piece is about to end,
These empty thoughts truly will end;
Staring at her broken shadow,
Hoping to be well by tomorrow.
