Thirteen. Fourteen.

They see you in a form of a lover
Dressed by the idea named "together."
That even though hearts may truly suffer,
Love as they say is able to conquer.

I'm sure that I'm not a bitter maiden.
I just want proof and something that is seen.
Do you trust in something temporary?
And man is somehow changing constantly.

If you want me to see your true essence,
Convince me about your real existence,
Make me believe in you and your presence.
And tell me that you truly have a sense.

People often treat you as happiness.
But life is best with a drop of sadness.
One. Three. One. Four. Let me be your witness,
In this perfect world with sweet bitterness.

From: 
The Philippines




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Hello, there! I am actually thegalwithmanynames. But you can call me Jae. I am from the Philippines. I was fifteen when I had my first poem and it was a disaster. I am still trying to write just to express what I feel every time I experience things. And having grammatical errors is one of my weaknesses from the millions that I have. Anyway, enjoy! ^_^


Last updated November 08, 2016