I know that,
everyone doesn't like reality,
Where the problem,
the past,
the present,
and the future are.
Everyone has their own fantasy,
where we can imagine,
wishing for something,
We wished will happen.
It's seems like us,
Us will never happen,
and I knew that.
But I keep wishing,
and hoping,
in my own fantasy.
It does hurt.
When I don't get to see you for one day,
Or I just get to see,
the back of you.
When will I get the courage,
or even the chance,
to hear you talking with me?
Reality hurts the more than we expected,
but we live in it anyway.
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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...
