I learnt that,
sometimes,
things not really going,
like you want.
Sometimes,
you must let go,
something,
that you really don't want it,
to let go.
Maybe,
we should learn,
about how to let go things,
even though,
our hearts,
say no.
One day,
if I already let you go,
and I knew it,
that's for our goods,
but,
every time I saw you,
my heart would whispered,
"I missed you".
Little did I said,
"I believe in happy ending".
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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...
