There is a fire
in every page i turned
a slow burn kind of desire
deep in my chest, it burns.
a fire inspired by a war of no blood
a man of quill and papers, a revolution begun
will i let this fire die
locked between whims and books
or let it burn and fly
like the brave rizal do?
what would i do to this fire of mine?
burn it right or let it die?
YOU ARE READING
blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
