River of tears
flooded her paper,
Sea of despair
fueled each letter.
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Emotions burst
at the tip of her pen
The once blank paper,
now tainted with pain.
What's sweet at first
now tastes bitter.
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Spaces between the lines
indicate she needed time,
Time to lift up herself
And feel the love she deserved.
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The punctuation mark at the end
signaled that there's nothing to mend,
Second chances only given
to those who could play even.
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The poet's heart now shattered
Promises one by one withered
Struggling quietly,
Crying through poetry.
BINABASA MO ANG
DEAR SELF,
PoetryHear love's bittersweet song, Loss and discovery, where hearts belong. Through verses deep, emotions unfold, A journey of self, in stories untold. Join this odyssey of love and strife, In "Dear Self," find the essence of self-love. (A collection of...
