when you left,
my lips forgot how to draw smiles,
my eyes stopped telling stories,
and my heart lost its beautiful melody.
BINABASA MO ANG
When You Left
Poetry"when you left, every part, every breath every heart beat of your body slowly became requisite parts of my poetry." a collection of free-verse poems.
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when you left,
my lips forgot how to draw smiles,
my eyes stopped telling stories,
and my heart lost its beautiful melody.
