at the cold midnight,
so much things we didn't understand,
i cant control my brain,
its like boomerang keeps returning,
i keeps dreaming that everydays it's repeat,
behind its is a loneliness,
i have to be stronger,
somethin in my head.
YOU ARE READING
unfinished poems
Poetryis about my life and whom am i be with. just simple words based on simple life.
