While contemplating my poem, I scribbled my last stroke
Deeply sighing and wishing myself luck
I scratched some foolish and frivolous expressions
But do I also look foolish and frivolous?
I altered my present and frauded myself!
By writing that he loved me eventhough he didn't
Even if the fact is I never braced myself when he left
~Altered and Frauded
@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
