BINABASA MO ANG

Poetry

You always visit me. In sadness, In silence. Like flashes Like waves. You come to make me smile, You leave to make me cry. © January 2014

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We met in a
strange way.

Rainy day,
Me,
with maskara tears,
heart's broken
waiting for years.

You,
with messy hair,
a sad smile,
and cold stare.

I was torn,
And you were wasted.
But you left me
with a kiss,
before we parted.