Remnants by Jomar B. Abellana The deafening silence forays this arcane room, so unsettling Inconceivably muddling though in some ways disentangling Sans your presence, is an unbearable mourning, Along with a fragment of this piece of literature in the making One’s haughtiness fetches someone to its downfall and so struggling How can I pay no heed to these remnants of love-making? Suspended at the peak of it, with the hang-ups, its descant playing A pacifier being sucked so difficult to confiscate, it’s a very childish thing! Questioning, maybe for they perceive it as if it’s really bothering We placed a blanket to hide it; it is now secured from them knowing, What was being shown is the other facade, for that time we were faking The truth is sealed by a covenant to conceal this impish thing Suspend your judgments for it’s gist is quite outlying I beseech you continue reading, strive and pursue working Its comprehension is far from reach, rest assure it’s a perpetual thing You even need a sleuth to divulge its underpinnings,”the lying thing” Like mice in which the cheese as a bait, they surely enjoy while eating Funny to know I confess, that I also conformed to this wrongdoing Not even aware that I am also a victim, just continue exploiting I can see it boomerang and to you it is recklessly approaching. For its callousness to dwindle is what Ive been waiting, and I see it coming! Resentment it may sound, I will consider that’s a need of you in developing You are one precious artifact of learning and your repertory deserves applauding. Ladies and gentleman, here is the best actor on the stage playing!
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 10:44:06 +0000
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