Our mothers warned us
About the boys who smoke
And play tricks with our hearts
But they didn't warn us about the boys
That comfort us when we cry
And make us feel special
~Warn
@IamQueenMoon
BINABASA MO ANG
Nine
PoetryThe number nine became my symbol For a broken infinity, broken heart in motion If infinities doesn't have it's end, broken infinity has one And I will express them through my poems
