A fine yet dull katana
The sheath was frustrated at the owner,
a warrior who lives begrudgingly but not sober.
Always doubting to draw the sword,
for the sharpness it possess' transcends emotions but never adored.
From whereforth shall one come to?
When the darkness is too much adou?
A life where mortals can carelessly judge,
hearts so deceiveth with its soft touch;
leaving generous hearts sapped away;
becoming mere remnants or triumps of their fray.
BINABASA MO ANG
Jeih's Poems
PoezjaI love writing poems/mga tula kasi heto lang ang nakakagamot sa aking isipan kapag puno na ng mga bagay na nakakabagabag sa aking buhay at kapag masyado nang mabigat ang aking damdamin. Ipagpaumanhin niyo nalang ang aking mga pagkakamali sa ayos ng...
