Sitting in a pensive mood,
Thinking about the times that were good,
A smile creeps on your face,
Oh! memories have such a bitter-sweet taste,
And along with it comes pain,
Seems that there is nothing to gain,
But the remembrance isn't in vain.
BINABASA MO ANG
On The Inside
PoetryThere is a build up, a build up deep within you , of emotions, pain, weakness, love, hurt and anger, one of them or everything at once in all its glory. It hits you hard and slowly creeps out through cracks and gives you a glimpse of whats...
