You're no less, unpretty and unloved. It's merely a curse you cast upon yourself; a poison that eats you alive as you breathe with people's polluted minds. No one can damage you more than you already did and no words can pierce deeper than your own tongue. But it only takes one person to love you whole- it only takes 'you' without anyone telling you what's beautiful.
To: Jane
BINABASA MO ANG
For you, My home
PoetryThis is a collection of proses for the people I've met and shared my memories with, and for you who've been having a hard time finding this so called home.
