GROW APART
Did you ever wonder why air passes through our fingers?
Why we cannot hold the water bare?
We try to shape things.
Bend them to our whims.
But they are not ours to command.
Just like I can't tell you to love me.
Again.
Air doesn't need us.
Water still flow without pipes.
And you have come so far without me.
I still smile
Because you make me so proud.
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BINABASA MO ANG
lost my head
PoetryI think I lost my head n o w h e r e. this is a write me compilation. myself in all the lives I've lived.
