I hate eating in places where there are glass doors
Because deep in my heart
And unknowingly
I'm still waiting for you to show up
To smile at me from afar as you make your way to where I sit
To ask me what I'm having
I'd tell you and you would say (like you always did)
"Kung anong gusto ng prinsesa ko" (whatever my princess wants)
And then a smile - that beautiful, angelic smile
2 months and 2 days since I last held you
I am dying to see you, love
How many more doors do I have to go through
Until I can run into your arms again?
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