'Sang Malamig Nights (San Mig Nights)

POEM 67: In Every Why

Why is she so stiff?
How can we love a Queen who never seemed expressing at all?
Why are you like that?

Queen's POV
I have a heart.
A heart that was wounded and bleeding.
That is manifested in every falls at night.

For there was once a happy heart
A loving person in that happy heart
Who woke up forgetting how it feels like to love again.

I am afraid to love and to die for the second time again.