I will never forget,
about those memories,
my childish side was shown,
Like a princess,
I wish for a love story,
Consider you as my prince,
What a memory.
But now,
It is ended.
Your behavior is nothing like my favorite,
"I hate you" was the thing you said,
but "I like you' was the thing you hide.
I know, you still want me,
Just look into those eyes,
I just know.
Look boy,
I'm not playing thug war with you,
It is a waste of time.
So, I gave up.
And you lose me.
Who's winning now?
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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...
