Not Wanting
A white canvas so empty
Unseen scars are left hidden
A gentle stroke so bright
Vivid colors are left apparent
The gentle strokes that touch my being
I disvalued it like it's all nothing
The constant artistry towards my dullness
I took it for granted
All the strokes that passed by
It cannot keep me satisfied
I'm an empty white canvas
And everyone are all bright gentle strokes
The colors in their bristles
I'm afraid, it might run out
Because I'll always be a dull white canvas
Not wanting any but nothing.
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Miss Heartstrong
BINABASA MO ANG
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shad...
