We navigate
the obscure trails–
where tales
of horrors and
darkness sprung from
the spreading fog and
growing vines.
As we take a step ahead,
I hold your hand.
Closing the gaps of
our fingers,
Seeking refuge
within your eyes.
I fear not of getting lost,
But scared of
losing 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.
