By Joshua A. Apolonio
I don’t know why he is like that.
Maybe he believes that all is a fact.
Is that so? How foolish can he be?
He had given a doubt, unreasonable thee.
Honestly, I don’t know what has happened.
Frowning now in this valley of tears
Like a person trapped in a dungeon of fears.
Lonely, lonely, lonely; but I should be stout.
Sadness comes because of a difficult doubt.
Unsolved, unclear, unreasonable thing;
Like a girl without a note but still tries to sing.
A broken trust, maybe that’s what he has built,
Still letting me to say yes even it’s not my guilt.
That’s what he wants me to. What shall I do?
To be what he thinks, even it’s not like it used to.
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