The breeze of the night illuminates me,
As the wind blows through my sanity,
The warm fluid falls down and wetted my sheet.
As my pen continues to bleed.
A memory of us keeps on repeating in my mind.
Those bitter-sweet recollections that I don't want to remind.
Through nights like this, I would embrace him tight,
While he sings me a lullaby in delight.
The emotions burst up that ignite my pen.
While my hand writes non-stop again and again.
The coldness of the night makes me feel I'm alone.
I hope you here beside me even if it's just a clone.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines in a story.
The story of our past that is full of animosity.
Tonight I don't need to write the saddest lines,
'Cause my tears are enough to prove the saddest storyline.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unspoken
PoetryPUBLISHED UNDER CHAPTERS OF LOVE INDIE PUBLISHING "The day you broke me into pieces, I was left speechless. And now I'm here to utter the words left unspoken."
