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I'm seeing red because of you. Red, because it's the color of your bike. Red, because it's the color of your motorcycle. Red, because it's the color of the relationship that we had. Red because it's the first and last that we had together. You said you liked me at first but now you're gone. The way you looked at me on the first time that we met was still on my mind. It was surreal. It was refreshing. It was a bliss. The way you caress my hair and hold my cheek, there's goosebumps everywhere. I told you that I've loved you before and I love you now but you didn't even care. Instead, you leave me hanging. You said you liked me, but what happened to us? You said you weren't ready, but what about us? I tried to move on but I'm seeing you everywhere. Your smile, your face, your hair, I'm seeing red. I miss you but I need to let you go. Bye, my Red..
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It's time for me to let it go. It's not healthy to think about him all the time.
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This time, hindi na ako mamimilit. If you don't want me anymore, then it's fine. I'll move on. Naniniwala na ako na what's meant for me will stay.
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I'm sorry for hurting you but I really don't wanna continue the "soon-to-be us" already. Sorry.
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You're giving me a lot of headaches 😣
I don't wanna settle yet please.
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Happy new year! Welcome 2023. 💕
Hoping that this year will be filled with so much love, peace and hope. 🙏
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Had Enough
The hours Stare me down Eyeing hands Forever counting
While such little time Grows stagnant Getting lost Between each tick
Like these moments Looking back Swallowed whole Within those seconds
As cheap pauses Measuring wishes Go to waste While sleeping still -
Finding fears In naked dreams, Greeting nightmares Once complacent,
Waking up now Far too early As I anticipate Morning’s glare
For another chance Chasing death While God’s medicine Keeps things balanced
Swallowing tablets Made from daylight Though they fade Before dusk comes.
All have gained This spiritual weight Carrying weakness On our stomachs,
Holding souls Against their natures Seeking freedoms Goodness craves -
Tethered close Without much room Lacking space Expression covets
Knowing greed Or human hunger Will devour Empty roles,
Since most jobs Abandon hope Using skills Employing pressure
So tomorrow’s fate Uncertain Inches closer Than we think.
Yes it’s true Most had enough Trying hard Remaining silent,
But instead Through repetition Going crazy Seems preferred.
⁃ J. Pigno
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