a song without rhythm,
a pen without an ink,
a person without a heart,
and a cage without a lock.
a story without an end,
a sentence incomplete.
a star with no constellation
and an ocean without a shore.
without you, life is a puzzle,
always a piece incomplete,
without you , life is but a void
deep inside an emptier space.
but still lyrics without notes are still lyrics,
stars not part of a constellation are still stars,
a story without an end is still a story nonetheless,
and an ocean without a shore,
still is a part of a bigger ocean.
for being incomplete,
does not mean being non-existent.
for one does not solely depend on another to exist,
nor a person who fell out of love,
be a lonely one at least.
BINABASA MO ANG
Inside my Soul, Unto the air.
PoesíaA Collection of Poems, thoughts, tears and happily ever afters. Words can Heal, soothe a wound, so as to stab like sharp knives. *I compiled all my #Creative Writing Here. Give me a pen, Let's make our own world.
