Traitors
Pick me up when there are no more stones to pick.
Throw me away when there are no more stones to throw.
Break me into pieces when there are no more rocks to break.
Step on me when there are no more rocks to step upon.
If you want to carve something, get a chisel and transform me.
If you want to build something, assemble me in towering heights.
Don’t lean on me though; I am as cold as ice.
Better watch where you’re touching,
The coldness might get you burned.
Don’t rub your hands on my coarse surface,
You might get scarred with my roughness.
I know I may be difficult to be acquainted of.
But once you breathe air to me,
I will never more be different.
We’re just the same.
You just hardly notice it.



do u have a blog?
do u have a blog?
ala pa akong blog... 1st time
ala pa akong blog... 1st time ko lang d2...hehe