I'm impaired with you,
And Im faint of being me!
I crave to run,
Barely my shadow tends on tracking me!
I desire to veil.
I wish to wane.
Yet there's ceaselessly you,
Who constantly lynch!
I fervor you,
But my core is torment!
My pith said I need you,
But my perception sustains!
Acquanting I shirk!
June 23, 2007
2:00 p.m
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetry Corner
Poetry¨ Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.¨ - Robert Frost Enjoy reading!!!
