There's a ghost ring
round my finger,
it's made of the
finest dust.
Where I have it located,
it's as if I'm weighted
by the heaviest of
rocks.
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley
