crumpled sheets each morning
as if a storm passed by,
hair looking like it's washed out
by the sea waves,
eyes so puffy and heavy
as if filled with bags of water vapor,
cracked and darkened lips
like they were kissed
by the coldness of air.
last night was a tornado
of events—unfortunate,
destructive and unpredictable,
surely a mess, you'd think so
but what followed after
seemed to disagree,
everything fell into its
rightful place, the world
who turned dark lightened up,
it wasn't just a mess only to
stressed you out, hurt you,
it was the kind of beautiful
disguised as a mess.
s i n | "beautiful mess"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Puisia collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
