WORDS
Words are not enough. He won't understand.
His eyes were locked into mine, like a padlock longing to its key.
At that moment, I let the sound of the rain tell those unspoken words and poetry. His eyes spoke no words. My eyes told no stories.
Now we knew and we were both breathless.
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Isangdaang Tula at Prosa Para Kay Syrus
PoesíaIsangdaang tula at prosa para kay Syrus. Syrus is one of my oldest best friend. I never had the courage to make him read any of my works, so, I decided to give it to the world. Please support my fist ever book. Read, vote, comment anything; your rea...
