Maybe it's the good things that still haunts us,
The memories we keep---
all the good
the fun
the wild things.
Maybe it wasn't supposed to end.
---But then it did.
Time slipped at our hands,
Without us realizing.
Was it our fault?
Maybe.
We never really see something until we lose it.
01:39 AM | 04.18.2021
BINABASA MO ANG
Tales of Dreams and Woes
PoetryA collection of poems, feelings, and prose. Genre꞉ Literary Language꞉ English
