Each chapter
Is another closing memory
One to shred into pieces
Another one to keep
And to part with like flowers
That are forever roses
And don't die on the last thorn of tears
-From the love of her Rosyred petals of love.
BINABASA MO ANG
The last shred of the song on the piano (free verse poetry)
PoetryShe wrote her stories She sang her songs She shredded every inch of the story And kept her soul of the roses underneath the moon that scarred her like thorns of roses petals on the piano She loved him enough to love him She called a truce and m...
