It was just the same eyes that gazed into me
But in that day, it became more expressive
Blazing brightly and intensely, to nothing, and no one, but into meIt was just the same hands that held me
But in that day, it enticed me to hold tight
'Cause it is too disappointing to let goIt was just the same presence of him
But in that day, I witnessed the time stopped in front of me
The only thing I heard, is my tiny breathe
As I came closer, and closerHis hands slowly drifted away
And things were now back as it was
But I'm starting to get frustrated
Because I know things won't be the same...Because in that day,
The rhythm of my heart has already changed.
BINABASA MO ANG
Thoughts in Bits
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