As far as it goes
I will never really know
The warmth of your touch
The tender of your kiss
The whispers in my ear
As you held me with a caress
The fading of fear
I will never have these things
I will never feel the hidden meanings
For there will be no us,
Never you will see me as a must
Not even a "me" in you
Not a single identity of myself on view
And I understand how it must go
Because as far as it goes
I will never really know
BINABASA MO ANG
The Basement Writings
PoetryMga tula para mabasa Isinulat para makawala A compilation of senseless babbles, rambles and tattletales. Poems and proses written in a cellular basement level.
