Within this labyrinth, how can I break free?
Where the long tunnels never seem to end
Years ago, a goblin took every key
And killed my companions, all my dear friends
Red blood on my lips and hate on my tounge
A rebellious skip in every small step
Always thinking back to when I was young
Without all the pain, without all the death
There has to be an exit to this maze
My grand ancient kingdom is in my sight
I'm slowly wading through this bog's grey haze
At home they'll commend me for my long plight
Out of the dark, I hear a loud moan
It says to me "Girl, you are truly alone."
BINABASA MO ANG
Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
