When your eyes are too tired to speak for your mouth,
and words in utter despair had ran out
Your hands take over.
As if having a mind of its own,
it scribbled pieces--
born are the trashy masterpiece
that save you from tears and sleepless nights.
Temporary cure to a grieving heart;
sedative to raucous mind;
an avenue to release the emotions you kept hidden
because you've already decided to move on,
not with the loss but with people.
You chose to move on with people who'd moved on without you.
6-1-16
BINABASA MO ANG
Lines, Phrases and Rhymes
PoetryThis contains [stupid] poems and random thoughts that I put together to keep boredom and negativity at bay. Enjoy reading :)