Dear Pages: Compilation of Poems

vii. Broken Glass Pane

Loving you is like I am holding a broken glass pane,
Wondering where is our love that is simbolizes a sugar cane.
I am thinking where is it, I am going insane.
It makes me crazy, my heart is filled with pain.
Where is the love that we made?
Is it a true love? then why does it fade?
Where is the love that we think like forever?
Why does the fate change "Lover" into "Relationship over"?
Genuine smiles turned to a fake one.
Do you really love me or you just made it for fun?
We used to look with each others' eyes by heart, but t'was before.
Now, when we are doing that, I feel like our love is no more.