Maybe compared to them, I do have nothing. And who am I? Someone who has nothing to offer you but this little thing beating inside my chest.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words And Memories
PoetryThoughts that breathe, words that burn. Words on my lips. Emotions in my eyes. A wave of sensations in my being. A chaos in my head. An infinite cosmos in my heart.
Heart
Maybe compared to them, I do have nothing. And who am I? Someone who has nothing to offer you but this little thing beating inside my chest.
