Love Poem (1)

How I wish, somehow, someone writes a poem while thinking of me
How I wish that the next song to play is mine to keep


All pretty things happen in fairy tales
And today’s not that time to write myself one


Yeah, quite pathetic at first
But helpful, refreshing at some intervals
Still, how I wish the next poem’s for me,
about me,
or  even just
a memory of me

At least there’s a part of assurance that someone
sees (saw) me

I know yet I need this dose of fantasy even just for a moment


It’s okay…
I’m fine.

I also pity myself sometimes.

Published by J. M. Salgado

This is for the unraveling thoughts of a Filipina trying to understand the creatively altered life of herself and the environment that she lives in. Learning to live the life through writing.

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