why the sad eyes?
when mine light up the moment you enter the room.
why the angsty frown?
when I always flash a bright smile to your direction.
why the slumped shoulders?
when I'm always here to pay you on the back and say, "you did great!".
why the tear-stained face?
when I'm always here to make you laugh.
but then again, i remembered.
never, at all, mind.
you were never mine,
and you will never be mine.
🌟🌟🌟
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this was written last June 25, 2020 when I was having one of the most unpleasant feelings ever due to the quarantine and ex-crush combo. anyway, stay safe, guys !!
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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
