warm bodies pressing
in the middle of the night,
leaving early in the morning
even before sunrise;
cold lips that steal the other,
what a perfect crime;
kissing you wasn't serious
you aren't even mine.
is it funny on how we lie,
tell them we go
hanging out with
the other guys;
but in reality, It's
just you and me.
We go kissing,
we go ditching the
feelings that we hide
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
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