I thought,
that I always the one who you will
talk to,
laugh to,
cry to,
or even
text to.
But I guess theres no more us.
Little did you know that I always waiting for you to text me,
once I saw you with somebody else,
my heart broke into pieces, but I kept smile for you.
and I realized that I am not your
favorite anymore.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
