My heart weeps for you my dear
Or perhaps it weeps for me
I just can’t seem to find
The way to make you see
That each spark is precious
And to waste it is a sin
How can I make you understand
That you must free yourself from within
Yes my heart weeps for you my dear
Because you will never know
The future days of happiness
And how our love could grow
My heart weeps for you my dear
Or does it weep for me
Because the love that we once shared
Only exist in my memory
Um Espaço de Reflexão e Evolução Através da Linguagem
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Sharing my personal and professional life from the Philippines
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Almost Meaningful
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