I had flames,
Squandered over by life.
I had fires,
Extinguished by circumstances against.
I had the blaze,
Which pacified from running intensely against time.
But I still have the spark,
Which created it all,
In the first place.
BINABASA MO ANG
ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...