and you crushed her,
every single piece
of her existence.
now she can't ever
be at peace with
herself,
she keeps wondering;
what did she do wrong?
maybe if she would have done
more of this than that,
you'd still be standing at her door,
waiting to hear that beautiful sound
of your lips meeting hers.
and maybe,
just maybe,
everything would go
back to the way it was.
-s.h.-
BINABASA MO ANG
The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
