LAUNIO, NICHOLE ANNE D.

Understanding the Self

SADLY, BUT A REALITY

At the beginning,

We stick like a bubble gum.

Promising to stay,

Reaching’ our fancy,

We’ll always be together

To mountains and sea

However, time flies

And you need to go afar

Where no you and me.

Adulthood, not a prior

For us reason to enter

That’s why I’m longing

We all growing up

And that’s the reality

And maturity will always be a priority.