"Let the poems speak for themselves."
They say that a picture contains a thousand words. But for this collection, a picture with a poem reveals another reality.
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As days passed by, you grow more mature; each and everyday— falling in love with you seems like having baby teeth. I thought I need forever.
But as time goes by, it loses part of me. Just like suppresions. Everything has its own endings. It will just have me to take a painful and long process to finally end things up
But I will still continue to write about you— from the day I have been and fallen in love up to the day that I freed you.
I just learned that; no matter how tight your grip the only thing you can do is to let go no matter how strong you hold on the only thing you can do is to surrender.
I'm on the process of suppressing— making things good to put things right. This is suppression, not pain but relief not regrets but gratefulness not brokenness but wholeness.
