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y do we love b?

so we can have somebody to talk 2?

someone who can be der pag gus2 natin gumala?

a person na pwedeng manlibre satiin?

taong magbibitbit ng gamit mo?

alalay for short!

eh panu kung di ka nya mahal

would u still love him/her?

would you still continue 2 care 4 dat person?

bakit naman endeeee?

u didnt love love dat person para magkaroon ka ng alalay,

magkaroon ka ng instant meal dahil libre,

taong gagawa ng assignments mo or projects,

or taong mihihila mo if u want to go out…

if dats wat u think about love well sori ang babaw mo,

loving a person doesnt nid 2 hav a criteria

na dapat maganda o guwapo,

dapat mabait or understanding,

kc once u fall inlove u take the risk of accepting dat person

kahit maingay sya ma2log, ung hilik ng hilik

kahit matakaw sya o sobrang fat na indi kau kaysa pag puno ang jeeep!

kahit sobrang moody nya na kulang nalang ay sapakin mo sa inis!

ung sobrang selosa na pati barkada pinagseselosan bad3p dbah?

and ung napaka-arte OA kung baga!

o kahit anu png things

dat would turn u off…

hirap tlaga magmahal trying 2 be perfect kc gus2 mong magtagal

pero endi un ang sagot sa lahat…

ACCEPTING da real person fully

kc if u said na mahal mo sya u dont nid 2find answers

kung y mo sya love…

kc lahat ng tao nagbabago but if u accept dat person

magbago man sya in da middle of ur relationship

endi ka masasaktan kc u know dat darating din un..

tsaka tanggap mo sya ng buo…

mahirap gawin pero masarap subukan dahil

wala ng sasaya pa if u let one person feel na

MAHAL NA MAHAL mo sya without asking 4 any return…

den u can say wow un pla ang
LOVE!

i love this poem…. read for yourself… hehehe

Love Is Pain

I’m tired of hearing about love. Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is nothing but pain in disguise. Hiding and waiting, Biding it’s time. Just waiting for the right time, To rip your heart in pieces. Love is nothing but pain. Why is there love? You love only to be lied to, Cheated on, And left. One way or another they always leave you. Whether they walk away or they pass away. You’re left in a pool of pain and heart ache. You’re left pining for someone you can’t have, Missing them, Wanting to see them, And touch them, And hear their voice. When you know you can’t. It’ll never happen.’ You can’t see them again, They’re gone. You can’t touch them again, They’re gone. You can’t hear their voice again, They’re gone. And knowing all of this is driving you mad! Keeping you up late at night, Crying your eyes out, Just wishing you could be with them. Even if just for one last time. Regretting all those petty arguments, And missing them all the same. Missing that soft, Morning breath, Wake up kiss. Missing their signature sent. Missing their annoying high pitched laugh. Missing the softness of their hair. That’s torture, That’s pain, That’s love. Love is pain, Nothing but pain. ~BrandY~