One, Two, Three...
You never felt sorry
Nor feel a little piece of guilt.
What happened to the man I raised with love?
Even a single minute of effort to win me back,
Instead you ask for a space.
and chose to distance yourself
Indeed, a heavy heart grows
But there's not a lot to grouch about.
I gave what you are asking for
But Look at us now.
Back to strangers
We've lost the last chance to be together,
Because of pride.
They are right
"Don't let your pride bigger than your love"
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L . A . P . I . S
PoetryLikha ng maruming tinta At binuo ng dalisay na mga salita Puso ang siyang nagdikta ngunit Isip ang tunay na kumatha kaya't Sapat ka na sinta bilang aking paksa.
