right when i caught the flower
right when she caught my eye
right after she made an entrance
into the smallest windows of my heart
right when she shone light
on those parts hidden
and forbidden
right when i decided it felt warm
is exactly when she left
and now she's gone
i can't breathe
so what am i supposed to feel after this
how am i supposed to feel again
after your gentle touch on my petrified heart
how am i to stitch myself up
how am i to constrict those parts
only for another brute creature
like women
to be tearing it apart
BINABASA MO ANG
a loop of limitless colors and infinite freedom
PoetryThis book is a collection of my own poetry. It describes love, hate, passion, compassion and obsession. It is fictional and not recommended for reading after traumatic changes in life. This is however, my deep down inner world and I have been told m...
