Treasure Island

Didith Marcelo

(January 1,1989 / Phillippines)

Two Roads




Two roads to travel,
A relationship stood,
I look, I thought, I cannot take the roads,
But it happen I traveled the roads.

The roads of fight and make it up.
The love vehicle is still on engine care,
Still driving well in these two roads,
A relationships of roads that makes happy and struggle on.

Seeing the coverground where brushwood stood,
A reminder how beautiful the nature love aloof,
Oh two roads to travel, two persons must stood as one,
Or else forever vanity stood.

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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We fight and we make up.

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