Treasure Island

Pathrese Lei Mari Abejuela

(May 22,1991 / Manila)

Happy, Sad


When your happy
You go further than a mile.
When your sad
You see not even a smile.

Why does happiness
Collaborate
With sadness?
It hurts.

It hurts
Knowing that
When your happy
Later on you’re sad.

Later on you’re sad
Knowing that
What you feel
Is not for long.

Not for long
Your nature
Will do change.
Happy then sad.

Happy then sad
Or sad then happy.
Who knows?
Nobody knows.

Nobody knows.
Whatever that comes
You might be sad;
You might be happy.

You might be happy
And travel a mile
Or you might be sad
And not even smile.

Submitted: Thursday, April 09, 2009
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