Ever word I speak is a burden released
Long, short, big, small
Each size a different mass
Somehow forming a shape
This shape can be made into different people
A friend, a parent, a child
People I find really comfortable
They're dancing around nod around
As I continued, a scene unfolds before me
A different picture depending on the length
Some sad, some happy
I relish in the moment they are free.
But when I write them on a paper
They try their hardest to show what they want to
They sometimes give hints, or maybe an obvious lie
Hidden between every word is a subtle clue.
So I try to talk a lot everyday
And write as much as possible
Because words and words become weapons of your own
Capable to kill, but extremely beautiful.
BINABASA MO ANG
POEMS...
PoetryA small collection of poems I personally made.... It could be gloomy, tragic, romantic,happy or just pure nonsense( see". NONSENSE)!!!!
