A morning can be a combination of sun and nimbus clouds
Nights are sometimes eerie dark or full of stars
Even everything has its pair, I remain sole
And even with the guide of those constellations, I'm still a lost soul
Still wondering, looking for a place where I could goTear ducts are too subtle, yet the source is deep within
Wounds are bleeding, but never seen in my skin
I have all the wounds, the scars that I kept trying to heal alone
I told the world, word by words but they all just shut me down
And in a sea of tears, sadness and pain— I drownedIt's me again versus myself
With the pain I could only felt
And the absence of love I don't deserve
Maybe, I was made to be scarred and to weaver
While everything are shining like the stars, I was that dark one who let them sparkleThose rays coming from their lights are my source of pain and happiness
It's struck me deep within the bone— it left me astonished
Winds blowing, clock continue ticking, while I am dying
Tears were falling and everything was vanishing
One day, these scars etched deep within my bones will become ashes like it never existed.
BINABASA MO ANG
Tears in Crimson Ink
General FictionThis book contains a lot of scrambled letters formed to be a words. A waves of pharagraphs and a bloody ocean ink that the author bleeds. ENGLISH POEMS "Tears in Crimson Ink formely known as Compilation of Poetry." PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!