My heart was torn when a close friend of mine migrated to the US.
My heart got scarred when a high school friend died unexpectedly.
But, every time my heart gets wounded, it heals through time and gets even stronger.
How I wish I have a wounded heart, instead of one with an empty space.
For wounds can mend, but grannies' place in my heart, can never be replaced...
BINABASA MO ANG
POEMS: Hues of Emotions
PoetryEmotions colors our lives, brightening up the hues of our existence, coloring the dull gray monotony that clouded us, and shading ourselves in a rainbow that makes our existence more wonderful than we thought it could be. Staining the canvas with ha...
