《Tulang Dedikado》Ikatlong Tula
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~BAKIT~
Itong tulang ito,
Ay nagsisimula sa isang tanong
Isang tanong na maraming gustong malaman mula sayo
Mula sayo,
Gusto kong marinig ang mga sasabihin mo
At mga paliwanag mo
Kung bakit mo ako niloko?
At bakit mo sinaktan ang puso ko?
At pinaniwala sa mga pangako mo
Na magtatagal pa tayo
Pero bakit mo ano niloko?
At sinabi mo na habang buhay magkasama tayo
Hindi lang 'yon sinira mo na ang tiwala ko sayo
Na sana nalang pala hindi ko na sinagot pa ang tanong mo na
"Pwede bang maging tayo?"
Binigay ko pa ang matamis kong OO.
Hindi mo rin lang pala panindigan ang mga sinabi mo
At iiwan mo rin pala ako
Sana hindi mo nalang sinabi na
'Mahal mo ako'
At hanggang sa huli ay magiging tayo
Sa lahat pala ng mga sinabi mo,
Ay hindi pala totoo
At wala palang katotohanan ang lahat ng ito
Lahat pala ay isang kasinungalingan na lumabas sa bibig mo
Bakit sakin may hinanakit?
At paulit ulit na sinasambit
Kung bakit mo ako binigyan ng sakit?
Sakit na kahit kelan di ko magawang gamutin
Dahil ikaw ang nagpaiyak sa puso kong napalitan na ng pait.
Na kahit kailan di mo na magawang gamutin
Bakit mo pa ako minahal?
Kung di mo rin pala ako pahahalagahan at aalagaan
Kung alam ko lang di na sana kita minahal
Bakit ko pa nga ba sinulat ang tulang ito?
Kung sa una palang ay di kana naging totoo
Na ang salitang Ikaw at Ako
Ay matatapos nalang din sa wala ng TAYO
Pero salamat sayo,
Dahil pinakita mo sa akin kung ano kang klaseng tao
Na kahit kailan di mo na magagawang magbago
Salamat kasi kahit kelan di ko na ipagkakatiwala ang puso ko sayo.
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