One step forward yet every inch feels like thorns of roses.
It's like walking in the road of giants while holding random proses.
But when my feet start to ache,
Can I drop these words and stop so quick?
And Sometimes I wonder,
Do my stares reach your heart or do I need some ladder?
Aren't eyes enough to deliver my words?
Or you just choose not to see? What a heart so cold!
At the end of the day,
When the sun meets the sea,
Where should I put myself so I could witness this great scenary?
Should I left or should I stay?
Yet everytime I decide to let go,
My feet seems to be stuck in your shoe.
Our memories hinders me too
But cutting our string is way to go.
So if I were to write a book about us,
I'll bring back the nights that never last.
Those endless talks we used to have
And the vibes before marks my unrequited love.
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Food of Love
Poetry"Poetry is the food of love." Every stanza marks the end of affection. Food of Love is a collection of English and Tagalog poetries written under the moonlight.
