“Loneliness isn't gray. It is the color of the sky when it bleeds crimson rays in the horizon while there you are standing on the edge somewhere in this boulevard of broken promises, waiting, and waiting for a love that… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
“She's a strong woman. She has wings under her armour struggling to be free.” — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
“She bleeds poetry. She is an old soul. She has already existed since the day the Earth gave birth to nature. She felt the sweet caress of the wind touch her skin and the silent cries of night. She heard the screaming of thunder as the lightning bolt stabbed the heart of the weeping sky. She saw everything bloom and… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share
“Loneliness isn't gray. It is the color of the sky when it bleeds crimson rays in the horizon while there you are standing on… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
“Have you ever walked down a crowded street, smelling a familiar scent and trying to look around for a familiar shadow or hearing a… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, I wish we never ended this way Wish you never hurt me this way. And you wish the same too, you never told… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
