Your silence carved a beautiful pattern of scars in my soul
Which I carried with my selfless love and kept looking for a home
Caress my cheek love and whisper sweet things as I lay In your arms
No fears and no demons away from all the harms
I'd finally be able to look into your eyes
And let you take a peak at my worn out soul
But why am I still shut out ? why don't you want to be whole ?
Swimming in the whirlpool our hearts sore
My heart begs , please don't make me feel like they did , nothing but a whore.
BINABASA MO ANG
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
