When darkness covers the sky,
And my longing
To see you grows,
I hug my pillow tight.My blanket warms me,
Like the thoughts of your hugs,
As stories of my day,
I share with my love.Still talking to you,
Now past twelve.
Still falling for you,
Witnessed by the sky itself.Baby, I promise
Notre amour would forever last
And not yield
To this distance b'tween us.Feelings only grow stronger,
So strong
Even the sun and the moon
must meet sometime soon.
BINABASA MO ANG
inked.
PoetryJust some random thoughts in my mind, felt by the heart and inked on paper by my hands to make these not-so-nice poems for the soul. matry.lang.