Blood.
Red to collect
White to protect
Metallic smell
How lovely a place to dwell
Surging in my veins
Canvas tainted by its stains.
Sweat.
Flowing down my forehead
To me is immanent
Its presence like a hope
A hard work paying off
Brain now erudite
I surrender with the fight.
Tears.
Crystals from spheres
Mirroring multiple fears
Will not flow with equanimity
But on my own, drops intrepidity
Reflecting rapture or forgo
But also a bit of fiasco.
[so hooked with bts' blood sweat and tears i can't stop myself on creating a poem entitled like it (:]
fellow armys this is also for you~
BINABASA MO ANG
Fully Empty
Poetry"in which thoughts of a fully empty girl spilled into words." [#80 in poetry]
