the freckles on her
cheeks were
constellation of stars
we haven't seen,
the color of her eyes
were deeper than
the seven seas;
the innocence of her
soul is etched on
her skin,
the thought of 'us' can
never be but what
could have been.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
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