I wonder if it will ever be okay.
That my thoughts could be mine again.
That it could not be your name I keep hearing and that the thought of you would just disappear.
Why do I keep holding onto your memory?
You could never love the real me.
Why can't I let go of your sweet taste?
You are the ghost that haunts me when I'm awake and the memory that plays in my dreams.
BINABASA MO ANG
In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
