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Tula ng Isang Tulala





Sa bawat gabing dumarating,

Hindi ko maiwasan umiling,

Para akong isang taong may tuliling,

Nababaliw Sapagkat Hindi Kita Kapiling


Bakit hanggang ngayon hindi makuhang tanggapin,

Ako ay mahalin--hindi mo kayang gawin,

Bakit ang puso'y hindi na lang sa akin ay bawiin,

Sakit Lagi naman nitong pasanin,

Ano nga bang dapat kong gawin?

Pag-ibig mo ay sadyang hindi para sa akin,

Kay tagal na rin ako naghintay,

Sa huli ako eto pa rin at nalulumbay

Tadhana ko ba ang masaktan?

Ikaw ba ay dumaan lang para lang ako ay turuan?

Sana'y hindi mo lang akong guston paglaruan,

Mahal kita, ito lang ang aking kasalanan.



Pagpasensyahan na ang tulang aking naisulat kagabi bago ako ay matulog, Hindi ako makapag-post ng maayos, at makapasyal sa ibang blog. Busy ako sa aking project! lols! Quick post lang. I am out!




Comments

  1. cool blog nice natural info for blogger

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  2. kaya pla rise of the dead eh!

    akala ko patay na blog mo. hehe

    buti nabuhay!

    ngaun nlnga ako nkabisita ulit pare. hehe

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  3. Hehehe :D malapit na nga araw ng mga puso..kaso lalapit kaya ung tinitibok ng puso mo sayo? lolzzz

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  4. yu ar so inlabs??? or hurt?? :)

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  5. Joffred, Yup, buti nabuhay. Ako nga rin hindi makabisita! busy-busyhan

    Marco, Lord Cm, at Cutter, Tama, inlab kaso, hurt din. lols!

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