So many words.
So many thoughts.
Let's just end it with the sound of a shot.
What can I say ?
I'm just a saint.
Fall from grace.
Lose our names.
Let's get lost in a endless haze.
How much do you care to say, I am just thinking ahead.
A tongueless saint.
A storyteller.
A poet.
A son.
A creator.
A thought..
We are not real without our tongue.
We cannot speak without our thoughts.
Under one name is what we say.
Cause it's how we grow our shame.
When two are one hearts are formed.
When 7 are together.
Then forever. Well remember.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
