Like how the storm pass,
A warm sunlight will harass,
Just like your presence dashed,
All of our memories will washed,
How every movie ends with credits,
My time wasn't free; all of it was in debit,
I lend my hand,
As I bend over the time I have,
Just to make sure everything will run like how we want,
And you left me with nothing; broken clock with bruise from your taunt.
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A Star Gleam In My Heart
PoetryA star gleam in my heart as I became a poet, through writing as the same time expressing my feelings I began to publish more poems. This is a Poetry Collection. "You will witness the improvement of my writing." Book Cover by: Miss Lizzy
