

In MemoriamIn memoriamIn Memoriam
By. Luis Martin Reyes
Not one of us have ever met Yet I still feel the empty void that you all left in me Life will go on as always But the damage has been done
And so I write this in memory of all of you Even though it is an understatement Because all of you are so much more than a memory
The glass of innocence has once again been shattered The light of life has once again been eclipsed by the darkness Of hatred, of arrogance and of despair When will we live in a world where the innocent will be spared? What is the reason for hatre


Requiem of LoveRequiem of loveRequiem of Love
By. Luis Martin Reyes
I sit in my bed gazing on life Remembering the end of love When something people adore Is not something special after all
Will there be a requiem for love? A hymn for something that gave me nothing? All I can do is cry Hoping that these drops of water will do anything To change what has happened
I never gave love a chance Because love is meaningless Attaching importance to someone Only for them to die sometime And then we would only have memories And a requiem of lo


IFIfIF
By Luis Martin Reyes
If I could change my life I would begin with you If I could change the world I would change everything Cant you see? Everything here is wrong
If I could have done something, I have already done so But life has not given me a chance Is it not ironic? That those who will make a difference Are the ones that are treated as insignificant? That those who will only bring forth chaos Are the ones who are running the show?
If I could have loved you, I have already done so But all circumstances made it impo


And this is how it endsAnd this is how it endsAnd this is how it ends
By; Luis Martin Reyes
And this is how it ends; I knew it will happen one day All the time I have dreamt about you will all be meaningless I loved you so much yet you did not even know me How was it even possible for me to love someone like you? You were in a different world, a world so far away from me
All my hopes are now nothing more than empty shells I thought there was a chance A chance that perhaps, I will be able to love you Now I know that it is all an illusion I was a fool to believe in such a fantasy Everyone wil
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I used to be with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems scary and wierd. It'll happen to you." - Abe Simpson
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