The legends say,
She still waits to this day.
A white shawl matching her white dress as she waits,
Moving on is and will always be an option she hates.
She never learns to let go,
So she falls down the cliff, she follows.
But she's smiling, for they're going to be together,
It's the only thing she could think of, to meet her baby's father.
BINABASA MO ANG
A Collection of Poems
PoetryI may not be a poet, or a writer, But I invite you to read some of my poems, dear reader. I don't give a guarantee that it'll be the best, But I know that it's worth a try, maybe to help you rest.
