I got nothing left
Nothing left inside
I got nothing to spare
Nothing left to decide
Spinning in circles
With no direction
Went back to the start
All I see is reflection
You staring back at me
And I stare back at you
Reaching out a hand
Nothing to clutch on to
I got nothing left
I'm not over you
But I will try
Till there's nothing left
BINABASA MO ANG
The Basement Writings
ПоэзияMga tula para mabasa Isinulat para makawala A compilation of senseless babbles, rambles and tattletales. Poems and proses written in a cellular basement level.
