It's the end.
I don't understand why humans have feelings, emotions all clustered up.
At some point, I wonder why I started writing such things which doesn't even make sense.
It's different, everything.
People changed, i be the loser at the end for trusting 'em.
It's okay.
Just some mere words, and i find them so attractive, knowing that you're the one to write it. I didn't know the bitter truth hidden.
It didn't take time to rephrase the life.
//I don't know what I'm feeling right now//forgive me for this//
BINABASA MO ANG
BETWEEN THE STARS & YOU.
PoetryLove is love. "We accept the love we think we deserve" _perks of being a wall flower. p.s the life I regret from every nook and cranny.
