Guitar capo,
We the Kings and Demi Lovato,
TJ Monterde’s “Tulad Mo,”
They remind me of you.
Extra shirt, dream house’s sketch,
Shade of lips, hug as a thank-you gift,
Kiss as a makeup trick,
How can I forget those things?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PuisiWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
