It's been eight years since I am fighting for this love.
Everything changed, when you moved into another world.
We always keep in touch, we never failed in supporting
Each wings even we are so far from each other.
We stick happily on that, for the past six years.
The curse of the seventh year came in.
We haven't been touching each other's world for a year.
We haven't dropping any single lines to reach each other ears.
Until early this year, we went back in the same set up
I nodded on it.
Until lately, my mind tapped me with a questions
"Is it still worth waiting?"
"Is it still worth fighting for?"
"How long can I endure the thought of your love, when it is packed with ice?"
Joy, I gave up.
Joy, you should know I try to make things up.
Joy, the bicycle won't work well, without the wheels.
Joy, I think, let's take a break.
To be honest,
I am tired of waiting
I am tired of hoping
That, it is still the love that we gave birth at;
Manila.
It is not worth the wait,
Be happy now.
For once, and for all;
Joy, I gave up.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
