Mary Edeza D. De Leon
September 2, 2009
Spoon fed. Fork Fed. Knife fed.
I'm fed up with you.
You're nothing but a face.
Indeed a pretty face
aside from that
you're nothing else.
No air. No space.
It doesn't matter.
Coz you're just a face
You and your face
and nothing else.
No brain. No heart.
Just a face.
You and your pretty face
and nothing else.
No guts. No bone.
Just a face.
You and your pretty face
and nothing else.
If you lose your face
you're nothing,
because you're just a face.
You and your pretty face
and nothing else.
I'm dying to see time
fade your face away.
You and your pretty face
and nothing else.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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