A cycle of dreams wrecked in pieces.
My precious, my darling
I thought it was me
Whom you’re still clinging
My fault, my bad
It was another man
That I’m all hearing
Who gave you flowers
And attention that
I could not shower
Woe to me for I,
Your guy, am unworthy
In your so called life.
- Bon Adriel Portoza
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