Published November 7, 2014 by speakmylove

One walks like angels on clouds
And speaks like chirping birds.
Giggles with immaculate innocence.
Dreams like an unending incense.

The other speaks as wrath
And walks like an abstract craft.
Jokes like there’s no tomorrow.
Real as piercing as an arrow.

Both to me they proved
That quality is really over quantity
It is not in the longevity
But rather in the memoirs.

This is just a speed bump.
A way for us to test the waters,
To squeeze our hearts for things to pump.
To validate that above all, friendship matters.

Sepanx. Sepanx. Sepanx.
This anxiety shall last until brethren bring us together.
Until then I make do planning future moments,
Because there are things meant for us, only us.

November 7, 2015 ~ a dreadful heartbreak. This is something to be experienced. An experience that shouldn’t last forever. Totally never gonna happen again. 💔💔💔 😭😭😭


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