And so, it happened.
Our crossed paths ended.
Skepticism plagued my mind, our connections ceased.
The bond we had, we couldn't appease.
Who are you?
I don't have a clue.
Drowned in your abyss,
In the end, you disgust me.
I though different of you,
I should've known better.
I don't know who you were,
And now I'm uncertain.
Who are you?
Who were you?
I don't need to know,
Already, just stop this show.
YOU ARE READING
SCINTILLA ¦ poems and more.
RandomSCINTILLA n. a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling. poems, short stories and pieces of writing from the bottom of my heart. [ mixed languages ] chapters will be in either filipino or english updates; whenever i feel like it
