Reverse
As I look at the bed's space beside me;
I found you no more.
As I look at the open door in front of me;
Your image is slowly vanishing.
As I walk on the hallway downstairs;
Your voice are lingering in my ears purely vague.
Then it hits me.
How can we undo what we've done?
How can we correct our committed mistakes?
No matter how many times we said sorry, the damage is done.
Every corners of my room— I can see every bit of you,
I'm foolishly doomed.
How stupid for us to think that once we let go, we can still win them back?
How about the what-ifs?
What if she already found someone?
What if she can't forgive me again?
What if this is really the end for both of us?
If only I can reverse everything, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't let myself be the baggage of love.
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©OceanusZab
BINABASA MO ANG
Crafting Letters (COMPLETED)
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