In Our Minds
In our minds…
We are enemies;
Nothing, but enemies. That’s it.
We are mad, most of the time
With each other, for no good reasons
‘Cos we think we are enemies.
But, we never think…
Of how we can be friends,
Or at least try to become one.
We are enemies;
Nothing, but enemies. That’s it.
In our minds…
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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