Whenever you call,
I came running
-- though I have to climb that wall.
I don't mind sweating blood
-- just to give my all.
Because in the end,
you are the only one who I want to be with and together - we grow old.
YOU ARE READING
My Kind of 24 | Half Journey Done
PoetryFreestyle kind of poetry. Mix of Malay and English. I intend to write my journey at the age of 24. That special-stressful-sweet age before I turn a quarter of century. When I was a kid, many of my dreams are suppose to come true before 25. Is it so...
