The sunshine gives off a beautiful ray of light,
And the cold breeze swaying the leaves,
Out here in the open is a beautiful sight,
Though something's just not right.
I hear laughter everywhere,
In every corner I go in this forest like park,
Though who is it I want to share,
This bench I'm sitting that looks like art?
Busy or not I make sure I come here,
And sit at this bench every single day,
Whether I'm happy or my minds not clear,
I make sure I'll come here some way.
Always sitting at this old bench,
Am I waiting for someone perhaps?
Then who would that be?
I feel like someone's also waiting for me.
It's been years and I still come here,
Not married still free,
Yet when I was about to sit at the bench,
I saw a woman who looked at me and her tears had fell.
My heart feel like it's racing,
It keeps on pounding,
As I managed to form a bittersweet smile at my lips,
Remembering who is it I always miss.
Feet keeps walking toward her,
I then couldn't help but hug her,
For she was the one I was waiting for so long,
At this old bench.
BINABASA MO ANG
Depths Of Thoughts
Thơ caEverything that is published within this book are all made by me. All the poems are composed by me. This is a collection of poems :)
