Still
Despair, sorrow and a broken heart,
They are still here.
But my life isn't.
It will go on.
Sometimes leaving things behind,
And sometimes,
Taking them along.
Despite everything,
It will go on.
Only to stop then,
When it is supposed to.
No matter; for how short or long.
BINABASA MO ANG
Sweetly Bitter ✔
Poetry"I don't like to hold back, because that's how you hurt yourself." -Chester Bennington "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity." - William Wordsworth, from Preface to Lyr...
