oh, I still write about you.
Even though I hate it.
I hate when I think of you.
As the memories ran at the back of my mind.
I hate it.
When I was pretty young,
all I could think of only myself.
Not even once I have ever thought of someone else..
So back then.
Back then, you promise me.
"If you really willing to wait for me".
Remembering back your line.
Absent-mindedly, I agreed.
But now..
seems like we're playing circle
round and round.
Whether trying
or even not trying
to fullfill that promise.
You-the one I should wait.
Me- the one who should be waiting.
Doesn't it?
We are bonded by trust,
Bind by promise,
And..
Maybe blind by dreams,
I don't even know which one was right.
Because my head filled with questions.
But I fed up of thinking answers.
I know we're 'humans'
-greedy creatures of all times..
But I hate knowing if
I greed for something
from you...
