You weren't mine, but I wished you were.
A fantasy, a dream unrealized.
A glimpse was stolen, and in passing view,
An unwritten love, a happiness forgot.
You weren't mine, yet I will cherish the hour.
A light to steer me, an inscribed memory
A sorely made art, a thorn in my heart,
A love not said, and a heart made sore.
You weren't mine, though perhaps one day,
Fate will have another chance for her call.
An unexpected meeting, a mumbling phrase,
Rekindled love that never goes away.
- gayi-i
BINABASA MO ANG
Thoughts of Faye
PoetryShe's not just a girl, she's the poetry itself. A symphony of emotions waiting to be played, a kaleidoscope of feelings yearning to be seen. Join her on a journeywhere joy dances in sunbeams, heartbreak echoes in the dead of night, and loneliness c...
