After one hundred is one hundred one
When would I write a thousand poems
When would I write a poem without flaws
For you, I will try until I'm dead.
You're the reason why my ink bleeds red.
You're my twisted allegory; you're my unreachable rhyme.
I'll have bad poems, and I'll have bad days.
And when I lost count of how many poems I'd written,
I'll remember it becoming better when you became my poem one hundred one.
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Poetry Is Not Found In Misery
PoetryPeople don't only pick up their pen when they are sad, They also write when they are happy, Or sometimes they just accept the good and bad. Knowing it's futile to escape reality. Poetry Is Not Found In Misery, A Filipino-English Poetry Collection Da...
