You are the eraser in my pen
That gave me the chance to rewrite again
You are the straw in my lemonade
That drained the liquid and left the seeds
You are my alarm clock in the morning
That wakes me up to start a day
You are the nightmare in my dream
That reminded me of reality
You are the shadow in me
That never glimmers but you are there
You are the ice in my coffee
That chilled my soul with a bitter aroma.
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.
