Recciel's Poetry

White house

I was starting to drown
On a deep ocean that mourn
Feeling the loneliness
While wearing this white dress

Seeing the red line on this center lane
And hearing the stories from others about your name
A deep water from my eyes
Reminiscing our love maze

The stars starting to glow
And my breath become low
Tracing the path that I chose
Handling the petals of rose

Sitting on the bench
Waiting if you will come back in this white house
But the door slowly to close
And together our promises came as trash that needed to throw

For the second chance Ill be waiting for you maybe on the paradise
That waiting for me as my knights
As I step on the floor
I think its time to forget the happiness since we met

Hoping that you will understand this temporary living
And looking on the sky that saying we'll meet on the next morning
Even we never grow old together
I still salute you sir