Yellow,
I sat at the hill,
Thinking.
Yellow?
I can imagine,
Happiness, Sun,
Blooming fresh sunflowers.
Happiness?
How come if each time you pluck a petal, The flower cries for you.What a pity,
You yourself trying to get rid off
everything.Sun,
The sun horizons.
The fiery rays.
It burns your skin.
Slowly,
Burning every single melanin.
Ashes,
That is you.
Slowly being blown by the wind.Κίτρινος
BINABASA MO ANG
Spoken Word Poetries Collection
PoetryBy the way some poetries are mine and some are my friends hehehe that's all and sana magustuhan NYO cuz diz is mag first wattpad story kunoo hakhak