My nucleus is in those unsecured hand of thee
It was beating in vestal
It was the most delicate part of mine,
As my knees trembled,
I lose my balance..
Thy fist tightened
Slowly my centre shattered,
How fragile it is,
It was in pieces
As I tried to collect it,
It was pulverize
As the wind blew
I couldn't save those pieces inside of me...
"What have you done?"
I asked, as a tear slipped.
"I'm sorry." It's all you can say,
Your sorry can't fix my broken centre.
It doesn't change the fact that,
My world turned into—
A colorless surroundings..
The radiance was dull,
Until it left me pale,
As my missing part,
Was bleeding helplessly..
'Bleeding'
BINABASA MO ANG
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