Your fingers touching mine. Your palm against my palm. Sending
weird sensations inside of me- one I cannot fathom. But one
thing was for sure; I am never letting go.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal Kita
PoetryShe loved him. But he didn't notice her. So she wrote down all of her feelings. All the things that only she notices, Things that are hidden in the shadows. And that was all she was. A shadow to his light. Mahal Kita (I love you) ©caseybalagot
Holding On
Your fingers touching mine. Your palm against my palm. Sending
weird sensations inside of me- one I cannot fathom. But one
thing was for sure; I am never letting go.
