too young to die, but too old to survive...

Yellow Pages

Don't tell me,
This twilight creeping onto my right hand
Misshaping my street poetries
And breaking my writing wand...

Where are now the quirks of youth
That once lived in between my reams?
It seems my mind has run out of juice
That once flowed inside my restless dreams...

The sheet's in dearth of a tinted soul
Like a girl wanting to be kissed,
Yet that's no more an illusion as a whole
So part of it leaves only a wish

Now I've tasted the bitter truth
That all the time's not mine
And I have been rightly accused
To have set to age myself like sweet wine...

Now, the pages have begun to turn yellow
Fallen leaves of autumn hue
Yet my course's still far from being shallow
While in search for the shiny and new...

:-/


P.S.: hindi ko birthday ngayon!!! :D