Like a fan turning round and round
I watch you wearily as you make my mind spun around
The wave of nausea- or is it butterflies in my stomach?
Anyways you just run amok
In my mind and in my heart
It seem you have made a mark
BINABASA MO ANG
The Basement Writings
PoesíaMga tula para mabasa Isinulat para makawala A compilation of senseless babbles, rambles and tattletales. Poems and proses written in a cellular basement level.
