I am standing here alone
Watching you from afar
Wishing that you are near like before
But in reality, wishes usually never come true
I can't feel my feet anymore
Even it touches the ground you're touching too
I'm so anxious that if you see me
There will be a chance that you will just pass by
That's why I can't move my feet towards you
I'm losing all control
And it seems that this chance is not functioning well
I'm so afraid. Afraid to take a risk.
BINABASA MO ANG
Dear, him. (The Poetry)
PoetryWhen Juliet fell in love, she wrote about Romeo. For Juliet, she turned her pain into a masterpiece. This book is your affirmation that some form of love is meant to be broken. Still, they are the beautiful ones.
