No One
I ask everyday
Why was it easy to stab me in my heart?
Was I too fragile or everyone else was cruel to tear me apart?
There is no memory I remember
No persona has come by and left me untouched
All the gentle touches have left me scarred
There is no one I know
No wind has left my ear with no cuts
Sharp tongues have let me thousand fresh cuts
There is nothing I know well
But everyone that I welcome into my being
Have left me wounded, left my heart almost not beating.
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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...
