I look you in the eye,
Then look down ashamed,
My summer fruits went rotten waiting for you,
The wine I made was because of you.
While you ate other fruit,
I shared my wine with everyone but you,
Now there's barely any left to intoxicate you.
You drink whats left feeling the dry sting down your throat.
But you leave completely sober I've given up hope.
BINABASA MO ANG
My Life In A Series Of Poems
RomanceA series of poems, based on bits of my life. Experiences I've had, and things I've gone through. And how they made me feel.
