Pangangalunya (Infidelity)

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. (Shakespeare)


I dreamt of night that never ends

Of lies that sounds and felt like truth

Oh! How happy I am but then

Ti’s not true… not true…


Nights turned to day and yet,

The black clouds covered the rays of sun

Birds won’t sing and flowers won’t bloom

Ti’s a day as black as night.


The heart bleeds not for love that’s lost

But of lies and truth that was unfold

Of words that stabbed and pierced the mind

To take the traitors life…


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