Maybe

by GLIAL by GLIAL

maybe was all the hope I had before, and this is still what I have left in store— in hopes for what could happen and what might be, but in despair over the tears, I would shed, eventually.

maybe tied the hopes of sweet uncertainty, and unshackled the lingering thoughts of bitter reality but maybe fooled no any other than just me with the hope of someday the "i" and " you " could be " we, " with maybe, however, I could go back to where hopes can unravel, to tell me maybe..., I was made for someone else.

—that maybe I wasn't a particle in a speckle, but a galaxy glowing its spectacle.

All shared promises in a trashed conversation are fallen leaves from a previously green tree.

In time, it will grow back beautifully. But there'll come; one adores the beauty of a fall. It's a battle of who is who: Is it the love or the lover that weighs more?

More than friends but less than lovers we are. It's a conflicting dilemma.

by Jimuel C. Sagario