Tik-tak tik-tak tik-tak
I can hear the sound of the clock
Hours had already passed but I'm still here
Sitting on a wooden chair while staring at a blank paper
On my right hand is a black pen
In my mind run different things
But here I am, still in our kitchen
Thinking, 'what I should be writing?'
Should I write something that is a fantasy?
Or should I write something that's in reality?
Should I write something that will make you smile?
Or should I write something that will cause your dismal?
My mind is in haywire
Which really makes my blood on fire
But thanks to this blank paper for it didn't lasted
Cause a simple yet meaningful poem has created.
YOU ARE READING
The Unsaid Words Inside My Head
PoetryMy own kind of poems. English and tagalog. Inspired from the dramas I have watched. From my experiences, and mostly from my imagination, but with sense. Note: Read each word and discover its true meaning. I assure you, you'll learn something new. If...
