I was high, high above,
Then the thought of what it’s like to be loved?
Anytime this plane will land,
Image you are holding someone's hand,
Tracing the stars,
Looking at those tiny cars,
Maybe it feels like this; like you’re floating,
To you every touch is soothing.
I whispered to the cloud,
Someday you will be found,
I stared at the moon,
And said it will be over soon.
Funny that I wrote this,
I wrote this for the feeling that I miss,
No person that I’m pertaining,
Just missing the words *Mahalaga ka sakin.
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