Biography of Katherine Cobing
I am Katherine,17 years old and still in school. By profession, I would like to be a lawyer...by obsession, I am a writer. I have spent most of my life writing, and if not, reading. I want to be known not because of my father's name or my mother's brain...I want to be known just of what I am.
I am currently taking up Bachelor of Science in Criminal Justice Education here in the University Of Negros Occidental Recoletos, the best university in the Province!
Hi to my family and friends! Geraldine, Jeddah, Jerico, Patrick, Ann, Rios, Saloy, Kevin, Jea, and to my friend Rula who discovered my deep secret. Welcome to the club!
GOTHERBYDAN FORVER! ! !
Katherine Cobing Poems
Make It Tonight
He felt the world is spinning But stood there still Felt his nose was bleeding But never minded the chill
Sorry Is Not Enough
I have no right to hold you back For you are such a liar, a heartbreaker Once you said that I'd always be your baby But now you're gone, away with your lady
The Day We First Met
I was afraid for that was the time The moment I last called you mine Memories drifted apart So vivid and clear like you are to me
My Val Gabriel
My true love is my best friend Young at heart but mature In times, it's me he'll defend Making me special, safe...secure
The Day I Was Married To An Angel
I dream not of walking down the aisle Nor having flowers all around me My wish is not just to have you for awhile You will always, always have me
Will It Ever End?
Here it comes again where blood has lain I thought 'twas over but here's the pain So many times I prayed and prayed Yet it just won't easily fade.
Can'T Say I Love You
I look at you away from me Wonder, will you never be mine? Oh, darling, can't you see? I'm struggling opver our love rhyme,
At The Age Of 45
At six, she would sit by her pop's lap And still would enjoy candies and sweets Have time for afternoon naps And dream of growing up
The Fire Under
When a man commits crime He could do nothing Can't turn back time When life never cost a thing
At The Age Of 45
At six, she would sit by her pop's lap
And still would enjoy candies and sweets
Have time for afternoon naps
And dream of growing up
At the age of thirteen,
She's fast growing but yet a child
No time for toys and stuff; only boys
And at night would sometimes pray