-- I look at her with mascara tears rolling down my face, and with bended knees on the floor, I wipe my tears away.
"You promise?" I asked for reassurance, and she promised.
But the tears just started falling down again. Maybe because I know that that promise will be nothing but a broken one.
again.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
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