we could rewrite the stars,
if only we have written destruction.
we could pick up the broken pieces,
if only we have made up perfection.
we could post back the smiles,
if only we were who caused fascination.
if only there was us,
we could be together.
BINABASA MO ANG
hiapoewy
Poetryyoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
