probablemente mis últimas palabras.
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My tea is growing bitter,
as my body gets weaker.
My favorite song, is not pleasing to my ears anymore,
and my heart stopped believing in that "forevermore".
For the last time, I wanted to touch the blue sky.
I want to be free as the birds that fly.
I want all the pain I feel to subside.
I want to have peace, and end my loud cries.
The moment I break free,
like how the last leaf fell from the tree,
meet me,
where the sky touches the sea.
Get your head up, smile, and do not forget,
that I promised to make the prettiest sunset.
—
laia.
06/13/22
BINABASA MO ANG
One Shot (Poems & Stories)
Random- my escape. a safe place for my very random thoughts. coding : ST (Stories) PM (Poems) QT (Quotes)
