Linggo, Pebrero 5, 2017

1:12 AM - To The Book I Will Never Write

Reliving that night in loops.
Where nothing happens.
And see dancing red robes.
Feeling cold hair on my skin.
Resting head on my hips.
In waking up with resting hand.
On mine.
This night.
In infinite loops.
Where nothing ever happens.

-M


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8 komento:

  1. napa-earphone ako sa kalalimang ito

    nahirapan lang ako, kasi english ang spoken poetry na ito,
    hindi agad nagre-register sa utak ko hahaha, may buffering na nagaganap, but i like it :)

    TumugonBurahin

  2. If were to write something like this to all the novels i could have written.... hindi naman talaga kasi biro yun. hay nako!

    TumugonBurahin

  4. hindi ko ma play yung youtube...anyways nasa loop ako on how depressing it can be

    TumugonBurahin

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