When the day comes when you see our end, can you turn a blind eye and pretend you didn't see?
Can you hold my hand and change the path we are treading?
Because I am afraid to be left behind in this journey.
I'm not ready and never will because all I know we have no end.
BINABASA MO ANG
Whispers of my Mind (Poems and Prose)
PoetryCOLLECTION OF THOUGHTS Here are the poems and prose about love and life. Read, understand, imagine and enjoy! Language: Taglish
