I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.
It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.
The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.
Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.
I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.
Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.
The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.
No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.
-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.
It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.
The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.
Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.
I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.
Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.
The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.
No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.
-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
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