6 Rounds Poem by Didith Marcelo

6 Rounds

Rating: 4.0


The days of fun turns out wretched,
The hours of sweetness took place arguments,

Three words to say,
One direct to shake a heart,
Two hearts in love,
Can make themselves as one,
Too many words to say,
Can lit a conflict like a fire,
A reciprocating love and care,
Has turned out a bitter yelling.

Tell me, why is it so hard to refresh the moments of significance?
Why does pride exist in a relationship,
Are they happy, are they aware of where to fall?

Love, love, love,
Why can you just stay strong like a flint,
Why can you just be like the sun to shine,
Why can you just occupy the heart of a ones
Or two to shake no more to fight.

Oh pride, pride,
Where you belong?
Your guts cut everyone,
You smashed and crumpled relationship,
Your state of chaos wrap the very moment of infinity,
YOU LIAR! ! !

Oh pride, pride,
Your swift sneaks is so dangerous,
Devastating sabotage is what you always bring,
When you will stop,
How long you would endure?
You fit like an engraving block,
Covered designs to hinder love.

Oh pride, pride,
Go back to where you belong,
And don't ever come back.

Thursday, March 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My friends who's fighting they were both my friend but I know they love each other though.
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Didith Marcelo

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