A car stops nearby,
The sound of the tyre screeching against the tar,
A sign of appearance from a certain someone,
But who,
Who may it be?
Who may have come to my home?
The home that nobody has ever came to,
The doors are swinged opened,
Smiles and laughter from outside echoes inside,
My mind thinks wildly,
For who may it be?
My adrenaline rushing through my veins,
Who is this mystery arriver?
My steps meet the ground,
My breath goes up and down,
My eyes move swiftly outside,
Wanting to see who may have arrived,
And there stood the mystery guest,
With white teeth and a wide smile,
Eyes sparkle against the sunlight.
The chest moves up and down with each sip of air.
Hair blowing from the breeze,
A breathtaking view I may say.
Why am i being so observant,
With this beautiful human that suddenly came,
Why am i even thinking,
About how we will looks good together,
This mystery guest is already family,
So it's better to fit it with me.
BINABASA MO ANG
POETRY
PoetryVarious of poems crafted by me and other poets with me for various of occasion. Sometimes we don't know how to express, "let my words become your sentences to express those thoughts"
