these days
all this time, i still remember how many steps you take
before your shadow departs my vision.
all these days, i still have your scent in my reminiscing night
as i bury your captured imagery of our memories
to my subconcious streams under the bowery.
i always remember the rose apple tree above the hill
where we carved our love like constellations in primordial void.
all these nights that i sleep with a heavy emotions i can't schlep
with all my might, with all my feelings i risk to take.
all these days i still have our memories
but never have you in the first place.
all about you left me scars and revenge and pain.
all these days, i'm drowning to the memories and the aftertaste.
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ПоэзияThis is a collection of short stories and poems written in English and Filipino as our entry for the SOX Zine Fest 2020. With the collaboration of my two friends, we made this compilation with all our whims, fears, and musings into. I hope you like...
