Drown
I wanted to cross the lines
But it felt like your grip has stained my wrist
I wanted to move my feet
But your shackles have tightened the grip
I wanted to move forward, get into the light
Those cold embrace every night
I wanted it gone, perish like it never happen
Those pool of memories, I want it drown
I should have saved myself
I should get myself out of the water
I could have but didn't
All the cold water has drowned me living.
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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...