#37. SAD
“Why’re you looking at me like that. . .?” she confusingly asked.
I heaved a sigh. “Because you don’t look at me the way I look at you," I said. "And I wish you did. . . just like you used to." I then faked a smile.
—mayah
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When Her Mind Is In Chaos
PoetryHer mind was chaotic. Her heart turned toxic and thorned; bloody enough for a bleeding pen to ink these written proses. -IsinulatNiMayah Language: English & Tagalog © All rights reserved.
