poems

A Strong Lass

A 50-50 state of recovery
More or less I may bid  goodbye immediately
I badly need a surgeon
A dull rusty arrow stab my corazon
I need expert cardiologists yea!
They can find a panacea
To a dying and fatal heart of mine
Otherwise,
A potion from a witch would do
I may write my wish to fairygodmother too
The total healing of my heart is what I want
I need to fight this damn feeling
Or else I'll not be winning
.
Time goes by,
The pang has lessen
Yet still feelin'
That time I'm so immatured
He makes me my feelings tortured
But, he's not my everything
Only my something
Though I have wasted my precious tears
Still I can manage to wipe it out
Spare a smile with nothing to fear
My heart has broken but I am still blessed!
Yesterday, I lost him
Today, I lost him
Tomorrow, he will beg for my eternal love.