you are the art itself–
and i was captivated,
even enchanted of
your love;
you
speaks right into my soul,
hypnotizing me: to embrace,
undergo the daze
of your
charms.
you were the art i once admired,
as i gazed upon again
your mysteries, I was–
no longer affected
of the
mystic
and it is quite fantastic,
to be free from
everything that makes
me like
you.
BINABASA MO ANG
On Bridges That We Burned
PoesíaA collection of unsaid words and feelings dedicated to the people I once loved and cherished.
