My pen bleeds
for a story
I'm not allowed
to write
and for a poem
that never found
it's rhyme.
BINABASA MO ANG
Wars Inside You (Published Under Ukiyoto)
PoetryLying on your bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about where did everything go wrong. Each night has been a remembrance of what you are ----lonely and empty. Life is neither a lap-of-luxury nor a tale of rainbows and unicorns ----this is what pe...
> When a Poet Bleeds
My pen bleeds
for a story
I'm not allowed
to write
and for a poem
that never found
it's rhyme.
