If this were a song,
It would have no words.
Just melodies,
For how I feel about you is indescribable.
If this were a window,
It'd be frosted glass.
Only silhouettes visible.
So close, yet so far from actuality.
If this were a romance,
It'd be a story about us.
A story of a rainy night in Cubao,
and how I yearned to touch you more.
If this were a goodbye,
It'd be for you.
A short and forgettable one,
Dripping with lies like, "See you soon."
If this were a poem,
This would be the end.
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Inspired by: http://abo-sa-dila.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-translucency-of-yearning.html?m=1
