Here she is—the girl in the mess,
Wearing black dress,
She is heartless,
and emotionless.
She is afraid to show the real her,
She still exist but no one care,
Her attidute is like a jigsaw puzzle need to solve but no one dare,
She is so tired of the nonstop tear.
The girl at 17th tired of her presence,
Still questioning her existance,
Until now the answer she's trying to trace.
YOU ARE READING
Kwento ng Manunulat (Poetry Collections)
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