A/n: This is the poem I made last night for Mr. Peter :) I'm dedicating this one for him.
Deep down at my chest, someone clenched my heart.
Holding my breath, the force pulled me down.
Crippled into stone, he's tearing it apart.
Tissues splitting as breath breaks down.
It's weight soaking me down. ..
A tongue pulled inside,
spilled last words,
"I am,
sorry."
*This is how I feel when I hurt someones feeling.
BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetry"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." ...
