people often question my silences,
but what they don't realise it that
it's loud enough in my head.
BINABASA MO ANG
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
M.N
people often question my silences,
but what they don't realise it that
it's loud enough in my head.
