in silence,
we keep doingthe same mistakes;
denying the warmth,
holding back the feelings,
hiding in arms of night.
BINABASA MO ANG
hiapoewy
Poetryyoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
in silence
in silence,
we keep doingthe same mistakes;
denying the warmth,
holding back the feelings,
hiding in arms of night.