She was my love from a different world.
I lived in her borders, welcoming her smiles and her tears.
Am I a spectator in her gravity? Well, yes, she wasn't for me to touch, to hug, or to cherish.
Her frame belongs to the sun, her smile to life, and her tears are owned by the dark side.
She was my desire from a different world.

artwork by Abigail L. Dela Cruz