Blue walls, white boards, blue and black chairs
It’s been raining for three hours now so we stay
Inside the comfort of these rooms, but our feet
Remain wet, shoes soaked in puddles of
Water; Where did we go?
Only you and I know about our adventures
We are the story you’ll never find in
Movies; books can never explain how we felt.
And the nights that betrayed me are as
Hazy as the skies now; the rain has stopped
And so must I.
*June 30, 2011 (Philstar Rm.2)
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