she tells me all about her day
and i can't help but forget my own name
it always goes this way
sleeping on the floor
the moonlight peering in
i wish this world could give us more
there is no god above
just me and her in this bed
but it feels just as holy
the dawn creeps into my soul
and her words melt me just the same
i guess i kept up today
i could be blind
and still find the love i need for her
because she's all of my butchered tongue
to be all of what she needs
and hold all of what she'll be
that's all id ever need
baptize me in her soul
let me become the edge of her silence
and feel all of what she'll never see
harbor faith inside her eyes
so close to home I'd feel alive
but we have just tonight
she glistens in the sun
becomes my faith
and here we'll always be
BINABASA MO ANG
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
