Bittersweet Poem by Mylah Ferrer

A week has passed since i had you in my arms, loving and cherishing each stolen moment. It was a lovely dream, having to have you at last, and yet... not so. I pretended. I believed what was happening was true, wished it would never have to end because I can't bear to feel the pain again like how I do now, with you gone. You're water I tried to hold that slips through my fingers after moment. You're rain that falls to refresh, only to be dried up by the angry, biting heat of everyday life.

I listen to your song over and over. And yes, maybe I was afraid to love you. Maybe I did try to hold back. Maybe I did try not to make loving moments last... And, maybe I had reasons to...