[Youth Wasted on the Young 1]
From my home I watch afar
Beholding my eyes to that lucky star
Drowning in space, so far and deep
But it's getting late, I need to sleep.
I watch the comets fly past me,
like ships sailing through the sea.
But you, my dear, are the twinkling light
That I wait for, as day turns to night.
My beating heart is a telescope
Looking up for that forlorn hope,
that one day in love's gloriosa
You will be my supernova.
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Diwa
PoetryBeauty comes in the form of manipulated words. It is formed by a spirit that is resilient within us all, capturing the essence of who were are, what we have been through and the future we hope to see. Sa bawat kumpas ng kamay, sa bawat pindot ng ke...
