I'm not a poet,
I'm just a lady who desires to pour her heart out
With my colleagues, pen and paper wood,
I can be who I want to be.
I'm not a poet,
I'm just a lady who loves to write...
My hopes, my dreams and my pains,
To those pages, all of them, I pour out,
To sooth myself and find release,
From the chamber of monsters called 'stress'.
I'm not a poet
I'm just a lost soul
Searching for a way back home
Home, away from agony...
Home, a universe created by me,The only place where I can be free.
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BINABASA MO ANG
DCL's Poem Compilation
PoetryA random poems written for you to read. Highest rank: #46 as of March 11, 2017