Almost every day,
I saw my friends make lots of memories.
Well of course with their other groups,
Memories for the last year of high school.
While me,
Sitting alone in the bedroom.
How boring am I isn't it,
Having nobody around me.
I don't even have any fun memories,
How pitiful.
No wonder I didn't have a lot of precious time,
Because I'm lack of friends isn't it.
A/N:
Another one i guess. The feeling didn't go away yet. But then, i don't know how i feel right now. Feel like something missing but i don't know what is it. Doesn't make sense right? Yeah i know.
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My Self Made Poetry
PoetryAs you can see at the title, this book contain with my self made poem in it, if u guys wanna read then go on, and yeah don't forget to leave some comments cuz i wanna know what u guys think about my poem
