HE was broke.
That every movement seems to be a hard stroke.
He can't breathe 'cause his choked.
He would stumble in just a poke.
But despite of those, he found a dot of hope.
He's trying his best to cope,
Not wanting to tumble in a slope.
Sewing his wound, not letting go to the rope
Of HOPE.
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I draw the picture above. :)
BINABASA MO ANG
Collection Poems
PoetryThese are the poems I wrote. It's anything under the sun. You can use it for your own good but PLEASE leave a comment asking for my permission. Thankiess. NO PLAGIARISM... ... unless I say so.
