Untitled
I cannot tell you
how the mirror broke
on the floor yesterday
or how I was cut and did nothing
to stop the bleeding.
What I can tell you, though,
is that sitting there
in the darkest corner of my room,
watching as the blood
turn into a murky brown,
I realized that I was alone,
and that you were not there.
how the mirror broke
on the floor yesterday
or how I was cut and did nothing
to stop the bleeding.
What I can tell you, though,
is that sitting there
in the darkest corner of my room,
watching as the blood
turn into a murky brown,
I realized that I was alone,
and that you were not there.
please give a title to your poem. i read somewhere that an untitled poem is like an unnamed child. would you ever leave your child without a name? :D
Posted by Anonymous | 2:10 AM
arrgh.. story of my life.
Posted by Anonymous | 3:58 AM
oist pedro, at sino naman yang umiwan sa yo? haha
Posted by Anonymous | 11:13 PM
aww.. :( i love your poem. i do agree with anonymous#1, give your poem a title =p
Posted by Anonymous | 6:08 AM