Poems from MissFBS
I began writing when I had an opportunity to reside in solitude, giving me time to try and come to terms with my being.
Midnight, A cold night in November.
Mama braiding my hair with her hands so tender.
Hearing moans of fright in the air, she said,
That's...
Come back to me.
I yearn your bitter, yet velvety touch.
You make me blush,
I miss you in my lungs.
Come back to me.
You fill the void...
Yin-Yang, push, pull, always switching directions,
Digging deeper, future bleaker like a chronic infection,
Help her climb back up,...