Uncontrollable tears,
Unimaginable pain,
Heart torn into pieces
Every single day.
A question pops
in my mind
At the middle of the day,
Or before the sun rises,
Or while the sun hides,
It pops up so suddenly
That its impact
Makes me think hard
'Am I going to continue
This path I chose to take
Or am I going to stop right here
Right now?'
'Is this really for me
Or I just chose to believe
I might be happy
If I continue to be
A person who takes all
The shits
The young ones are throwing at me?'
BINABASA MO ANG
Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
