Though he do not remember me
At the back side of his mind
Perhaps at the darkest side of his memory
Why am I still with him.
My life, half of my life spent for him
At the thought, remembrance of his figure
The smile the height the gesture
It etched like carved knife in my head.
It's the heart that I can't control
He's not really what I wanted
But the heart keeps saying, what it wants
And I could only stare at the hidden side.
Though he may not know me anymore
not remember me anymore
He will always be a part of my life.
And I never have the guts, to spell out his name, listens to his name.
*I wrote this long time ago, and alhamdulillah Allah has been there the time I wen down. So, 'he' is not apart of my worries now. but somehow I think this is beautiful in its own way.
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The Heart
PoetryI never intend in writing something on wattpad. It just occurred to me that instead of having feelings bulk up in me, i might as well to write it in poetry style. This may contains the troubles i've / am going or went through, the miserables, lost...
