SHE WAS
She was once a whole
Now alone, broken and lost.
She's all black and blue.
She was once happy
No fears, qualms and no regrets.
She's all the good vibes.
She was once perfect
A perfect perfectly-flawed
She really was... she was.
BINABASA MO ANG
Love For Poetry
PoetryMidnight thoughts. Poetic skills occurred during boredom. Feelings flow out along the pen and hands. Enigmatic imagination of unforeseen scene. Love of peotry has always inside the man. It only awaits for the push and muse to let it all out.
