10,000A Poem by Alabwritten last year, originally in Tagalog. Here's the link: *used image not mine, no copyright infringement intended
When was the last time
that my lips meeting yours was right? Moments are centuries apart, forgotten pinches to your almost reddish cheeks, bitten memories numbed by yesterdays, thrown emotions. Lover, does your body still yearn for such passion? Questions are wind that we sneak into the night, and yet I cannot catch your eyes. Unruly, even those whispers I say to your skin, while your smile strips me bare. The bed on our backs mold our past, when both our laughter follow same rhythms, when we say our names, our dreams. Are we made to be prayers, repeatedly said but will never, never come true? Lover, I wish prayer is not what you say to my lips, because the dawn is so far, and even ten thousand years passed will still, not be enough. © 2012 AlabAuthor's Note
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