Words are like knives piercing through my veins,
I would want to talk,
I would want to cry,
I would want to vanish,
But I'd be irrational in your eyes.
I'm sick and tired of these arguments,
I would want you to stop,
I would want to shout,
I would want to speak,
But you never tried to listen.
Would you please just stop?
I'm not a stone,
I still can feel,
I just want to be at peace,
I would want to be happy, is it too much?
BINABASA MO ANG
Her Thoughts
PoetryThey say, "A single soul has million thoughts running inside their mind." And so, these are mine.
