This will take another five months
Just for me to stop the habit of missing you
Hate me, like it was never enough
Funny how quick time flew
Can you stop for a while and take glimpse of the past
That is now buried ten feet underground?
The one thing we lost that we thought would last
Now, it is nowhere to be found
Hear me out, this is my last cry
My understanding has finally widened
I won't be thinking of you tonight
But please tell me, what happened?
BINABASA MO ANG
Unheard Echoes
PoetryGenre: Poetry "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~ Robert Frost
