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Anabelle B Recto Poem
Here I am alone
Alone in the dark side of the window
Where all I can see is a shadow
A shadow that comes from my own
I looked at the sky
Many stars glistened at the top of my eyes
For this beautiful night
I end imagining and enjoy the sight
The flowers end there bloom
When the day started to gloom
How I wish I am so wise
That I can only think twice
Here I am alone
Counting my teardrops on my own
I wish there could be someone
That can bring my dreams once more
Copyright © Anabelle B Recto | Year Posted 2008
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Anabelle B Recto Poem
Gazing at the dark sky
Trying to find the biggest star
Trying to find a chance
To make the last glance
Walking through the night
Imagining you're there
Imagining hearing you say my name
Dreaming that you will stay
If ever you will come again
I will ask for nothing
But please stay
If ever you will be here again
I will face all my fears
Because tired of all this tears
Copyright © Anabelle B Recto | Year Posted 2010
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Anabelle B Recto Poem
I traveled a thousand miles
Just to see that smile
I stopped for a while
Just to hear you're not mine
I asked this question before
But no one there could answer all
Some tolerated, other’s ignored
I can't asked anymore
All I wanted is one morning
Accompanied by one night
Softened by a perfumed breeze
and moistened by a cold wind
Let it be in my eyes
in the break of dawn
Let it remain
until the horizon
let me feel this emptiness tonight
for tomorrow would be different
let me admire you as I fell asleep
and forget you in my dreams
Copyright © Anabelle B Recto | Year Posted 2008
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Anabelle B Recto Poem
Listen, I have something to say
Oh! It's not really me, It's my heart
It's crying saying,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
It's broken saying,
I'll never get tired of saying that
every minute of my life.
It's dying saying,
I'm sorry, I'll never get tired even if all signs points me to none.
It's lost saying,
I am not expecting anything
But you can expect me to say I'm sorry still,
even if all signs points to none.
It's sorry saying,
I missed you.
It's hoping saying,
Please forgive me.
Copyright © Anabelle B Recto | Year Posted 2013
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Anabelle B Recto Poem
I've been wondering for a long time
How could a song can affect everyone
Maybe it's I who doesn’t understand
The meaning hidden in each line
Isn’t it a thing
The same as the phone ring
Is it, the rhythm
That makes my day rain
Or, is it the message
That I used to hide as passage
Or is it the person who sang it
Or the person who composed it
Listen to what it says
And you will hear nothing but your name
Find where it came from
And you will see your picture in my mind
Copyright © Anabelle B Recto | Year Posted 2010
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