Poems from hanalalamboy
Life is a movie.
I seem to be caught mid-scene
and there is no plot.
Do not blame me, NO.
You chose to fill her body
While you emptied mine.
Awkward is the space
That is left in this blank room.
I’m sorry, I can’t love.
Fingertips are torn,
I do not want your love here.
I am immortal.
Blue are the eyes, cold.
Wait for the ocean to roar;
She will be the moon.