Captured
Should I let my dagger pierced through your heart?
Or should your muzzle kiss me through the back of my head?
I hate it when you love me with violence
But I don't have restraints as I drank your chamomile
It supposed to heal yet it wounded me unscarred
You turned me into troubles
You always let my heart tremble
I wanted to fight you and get you in vain
But how would I when you hold all the strings?
You choked me to be your puppet
Your hands in my mouth like socks with no voices
My hands are tied, my whole body to the yarn
There is no more control even in my head
You got my life held captured like of the theater.
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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...
