I see you,
in the sight of
newly lit candlelight-
for its afterglow
reminded me of your smiles
that set ablaze the roses' thorns
and reduce to ashes
the pain from my scarred gashes;
Yet like a moth-
Should I force my wings
not to fly near
your flickering flames,
for I might die and
burn alive.
BINABASA MO ANG
On Bridges That We Burned
PoesiaA collection of unsaid words and feelings dedicated to the people I once loved and cherished.
