The cold wind touches my skin,
and brings me memories of tears, agony and pain.
Same month, same day when I found out something about my real identity,
didn't thought that reminiscing makes me realize that I'd better never known the truth behind the lies so that I can feel and know the feeling of being happy.
BINABASA MO ANG
Heartstrings (Anthology Compilation)
ŞiirThis is a compilation of my original poems. If you would like to read my masterpiece, feel free to proceed. Enjoy!
