I could hear a stranger's voice full of sorrow.
A voice full of coldness and melodic crescendo.
It feels enticing, like a sound so addicting.
A melody that's so hypnotizing.
This stranger's voice is a chain of romance.
It makes me want to hear it forever if I have a chance.
Its voice is making me bleed.
Its tone is making me in need.
The melody is a poison made of greed.
And this stranger is the person I plead.
His voice is the baritone of death.
Yet in the end, I needed him just for a single breath.
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."
