Just like these cloudy sky,
my hopes died as days, months and years passed by.
Waiting to like me back is like wasting my time, waiting a fruit to be ripe,
losing my ink to write a poem to someone I like.
Goodbye for those smiles,
goodbye to those hopes.
Forgetting those happy moments,
assuming that everything didn't costs.
Across that stairs there was you,
but when the time I was about to reach you, your image disappear out of a blue.
If their definition of love is red, yours is blue,
composed of transparent hopes and word that means I don't like you.
After those years everything turns into tear,
grieving my self and isolating myself out of fear.
Pretending that when I will see you're just nothing,
but deep inside shouting how hurt I am for lying.
Thank you for those stolen smiles,
thank you for those false hopes.
I guess this is the end,
I am really thankful that you existed.
You're my favorite masterpiece in everything poem I wrote,
but now, let's just pretend that I didn't vowed a oath.
I didn't regret any single thing,
but now, I will just stop liking you because I know this will end as worthless and nothing.
BINABASA MO ANG
Heartstrings (Anthology Compilation)
PoesiaThis is a compilation of my original poems. If you would like to read my masterpiece, feel free to proceed. Enjoy!
