The idea of you and me, together,
Until we get older, perished,
When I looked in your eyes,
And saw that tender smile,
For the first time.
Not to me, but,
To the child you're holding,
The one who made me cried,
Not in euphoria,
But rather in treachery.
To that person,
Whom I once called,
My bestfriend,
I hope you live your life in joy,
In sacrifice of mine.
BINABASA MO ANG
Her Thoughts
PoetryThey say, "A single soul has million thoughts running inside their mind." And so, these are mine.
