Writing when sad is inspiring But when happy it's overwhelming Looking at you made me stopped moving Turns out, I haven’t been looking Somewhere along the road I'm even too surpised that I could It makes me wonder, “Is this real?” From Lola Conding's garden. Who knows exactly how I feel? Then and now, I thought it’s love I'll always do and I guess I always have What tomorrow brings, it’s uncertain But letting go, is so right and certain I may be hesitant, still, goodbye, Love Time to welcome what I should have. - M
Meleria Mangaring