The clock ticks on, a cruel jest of fate, Right love, wrong time, a bitter, tangled state. A heart divided, a loyalty torn, Between the vows sworn, and a love reborn. He stands, a partner, bound by solemn ties, Yet yearning for a love that in his soul lies. Another soul, a flame that burns so bright, Their presence a beacon in the darkest night. He knows he's wrong, a traitor to his vow, Yet can't deny the passion burning now. He walks a tightrope, a precarious dance, Between duty and desire, a painful trance. He yearns for freedom, to cast off the chains, To embrace the love that truly sustains. But fear holds him captive, a silent, icy grip, The consequences of his choice, a terrifying slip. He's torn, a battle raging in his soul, A desperate plea for a way to make things whole. Is it right to break a vow, to chase a dream, Or to live in shadows, a life that's not what it seems? He chooses the wrong, the path he knows is flawed, For a chance at...
Pagdangan Festival 2017
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