Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Poem

8 Years


8 years, I've lived nearby
exist in every morning, along your day
Impossible if you don't know
I keep feeling that I buried long ago

every morning, I waited at the door
prepare the best smile, so bright your day
enough for me see your smile
in your morning, your afternoon, and your night

at the moment he come, charms like a prince
and give you hope, boasting love in the future
and you forget about me, all of my efforts
all of our morning, all of our night

no longer, I waiting you in front of the door
and no more, sit and make a pass

honestly so sick, if you choose him
no longer, I'm so stupid
dissolved in dreams, aimless

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