The next time I'll going to see you
The night was so cold
And I feel a bit older.
I wrap myself on my blanket
And remember the night we've met.
You hug me and I felt your warm skin;
But I threw my heart on a trash bin.
There's a cold coffee on my table
And I'm playing alone, scrabble;
I can't create anymore word,
Like a soldier that couldn't fight but still holding his sword.
Sorry for not being a man, but a boy
Already grown up but still playing toys.
The next time I'll going to see you
I'll hug you back and won't let go.
I'll wrap my arms around your body,
Right now I wish I have a Savvy;
If I have, I'll go back to our time
That time I know you're still mine.
YOU ARE READING
Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
