I'm running out of words.
It's like I'm lost in the woods.
Is it still worth it?
Am I still worth it?
Should I still fight for you?
Or it's time to let you go?
My ink has nothing to bleed.
My heart has no one to beat.
Yesterday, I was in love,
Yet today, what is love?
I already forgot how it feels
Coz, for me, love slowly kills.
I can't remember how we started.
All I want our "us" should be ended.
I think, I've had enough.
Our love is a big bluff.
My pen is now empty.
My words are messy.
I really don't know why I'm still writing
For you, once I thought my darling.
BINABASA MO ANG
Isang Daang Tula Para sa Isang Estranghera
Poetry"If a poet loves you, you will never die." I'm just a mediocre poet who never believed I will cross path with love. But destiny really works in a mysterious way. The moon may wax and wane and ocean may ebb and flow, yet poetry will remain constant...
