(He's getting married)
Execution of my own
I think the poets might disagree, but
Loving someone scared me.
I knew you were trouble when I first saw those eyes, look like hand picked from the sky.
it's a cliché thing to notice these little things about you.
You lived up to your promises and its one of reason why I admire you.
You were just there sticking to me like a glue.
Yet we were not something else, More than friends never been lovers.
A blink of an eye and I saw your eyes brimming with tears as your bride walks up to you.
Maybe, just maybe in another life at the right time, as I leave our yesterday's behind.
Farewell, my young love.
-☆cey (written: 9/21/23)
This poem is heavily inspired by a story titled "He’s getting married." (Youngblood, Philippine Daily Inquirer.)
