It hurts
Feeling like something inside me burst-
Being stab in front
With a very sharp knife in your hands
Wanting me to face death right
that time-
Not because of the knife,
And not because of the blood
dripping inside;
But because its YOU who stab me in front of my heart
Iska
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Sulat na Hindi Naipadala
Poetry•P O E T R Y • Naiwang nakatago sa likod ng malaking aparador- Nagbabakasakaling may mag-lalakas loob; 'Na basahin at intindihin, Angkinin at unawain; Ang bawat sulat na hindi naipadala- Na nanatiling naka-kapit nalang, sa kaluluwa ng bawat ala-ala...
