Sunday night, twisted feelings.
With her under this sheets
Naked and building up sweats
Exchanging lust and kisses.I am with her
But it was you that I am thinking.
Moving in and out on her
But it was your name that I am moaning.Monday morning, headache and hangover
I told her to leave like how you did,
And make myself a cup of coffee
And drown myself again in alcohol.•photo not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
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~Luna
BINABASA MO ANG
of wishes and whispers to the moon
Randomand the moon hears my cries, and wipes my tears. and it stays on my darkest nights, when no one else did.