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My heart reaches towards the pretty girls in class, while my brain reaches towards the pretty boys on the soccer fields.
My heart wants secret bathroom make-outs, with hair tugs and the exhilaration of the thought of being caught. The thought of being different.
But my mind tells me to want ordinary, simple: wearing their clothes (which are too big for you), easy family dinners; a white picket fence.
But I don't know which road to take:
The one I want,
Or the one that is "right".
The road to hell is paved with good intentions,
What happens when both roads have good intentions, but they both have different journeys.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Why You
PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
