Sitting on a rock,
Resting my back,
Looking at the sky,
Writing, don’t know why?
Memories flashed,
It made me blushed,
It felt so nice.
Then, tears fall from my eyes.
I remembered you rejected me,
Ignored me, as you’ll always be.
Treating me like a ghost,
Which I really hate the most.
But still, I’m waiting,
Wanting and wishing,
Although I’m hurting,
I’m still hoping.
That someday you’ll see,
How lovely it could be,
If it is you and me,
Not you and her but WE.
YOU ARE READING
Idling
Poetrywhat do you usually do when you feel lazy? are you idling? what things come into your minds when you're idling? are you daydreaming? did the memories come back to your mind? did you remember the things that happened? well, certainly yes.. cause hone...
