i ever once cried myself at night,
thinking how could we passed these kind of life,
struggling and crumbling at nothing,
cruel world.
i ever once cried myself at night,
thinking so much thing that makes me miss you,
breathless, so hurting,
feeling exhausted.
i ever once cried myself at night,
laying on bed, starring to the ceiling,
that draws your smile and your lips,
looks perfect.
but i finally woke up at morning,
realizing you're not here with me,
and you're not in my dream either,
nowhere.
i finally woke up at morning,
smiling at the ceiling ,
and there's no you, either your smile,
am i moving on?
YOU ARE READING
him
Poetryi'd still writing, until i stop loving him, atleast. or until he could just get out of my head, in every affection way. . . not a story, just a couples of words.
