Piolo Jan Lugo

You gave me sunflower,
The next day a rose.
The strength and the power,
Glad we’re not foes.
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Beneath the flying stars
My seven sorrowed heart
was rolling dice with destiny
We played the game of feet –
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Tick, tock, tick, tock,
The time strikes the modern clock.
As I stole a glance at my watch,
The heavens will fall and I couldn’t have a catch.
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“Hi”, you nod me a word
And a glimpse of you
Already came aboard.
You give me no clue.
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I doubt I could have one,
I am no good at this.
My words aren't blue but tan,
When will you be a part of my piece?
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A little girl’s game,
For others, a dream.
This might lead to fame,
When such has beam.
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As my soul rises with you,
Body of mine pulls me down and whisper,
“C’mmon! He’s not true.”
Diminishing all my fears in a prayer.
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I was bored that time,
When a blast of idea comes in my mind.
A weird thing that sounds like a chime,
Oh! A fishing rod I should find.
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