for we are what we know
we start to sow
skin and plastic faces
everywhere in the human race
love, you are true
don't conform into this world
or you'll be a sad hue
BINABASA MO ANG
Bottle of Joy
PoetryThe little moments we have with people who truly matter. The joy it brings. I'll bottle it up, here. To remind myself, that for once I was happy... despite the chaos inside my head.
