Empty cans when its empty it hides
But, when its full it burst.
Hidden things will show the moment empty cans will be filled with different emotions.
Emotions that sometimes turns into sorrow then turns into something, happy memories that turns into a sad ones that we people failed to acknowledge.
Memories is buried within a certain place, it sometimes kills us or make us the most of it.
its whether to hurt someone or to make them happy.
Questions that forever be unanswered. Sometimes it tend to conceal the truth, sometimes it reveals. It stays within us but scared to face it.
Like an empty can we ought to forget, like an empty can we tend to be blind, by the truth behind the lies, by the pain that hides behind the smiles.
Those are the past behind the future.
BINABASA MO ANG
My Poems
PuisiThis is the list of the poetry I created over the past years I am writing.
