Jesse Dave M. Cuenca Poetry

Blood with razor runs through here.
A narrow wide, A walk of pair.
But comes a shadow.
There were it lies.

So..

So..

Please! Close it tight.

It may die and forever be lost in time.

Trap in this chamber of pain.
A pierce of thousand needles.
A pierce of one love.
A pain I won't give up.
The pain that I love.

It's a process.
Coming to it's end.

And I
Will be
Forever
Be in love
With YOU.

Poet: Jesse Dave M. Cuenca