that awkward please
i have whenever
you're having long face,
when heaviness throbbing
into your chest,
and the weary sighs
you're breathing,
as you elapsed
hundreds of islands
ahead of me,
in a blink of an eye,
guilty pleasure it is.
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.
