It's good to hear when my family say your name,
It feels like you're an angel sent by heaven,
Only if they knew,
You've been a cactus in the desert throughout the years to me,
We're always in drought and the rain never pours,
I tie up my hair and run,
I was hoping you will run after me,
But you just let me go.
You can ride on a train,
Or bus
Stop and let me go again,
The noise of people doesn't disturb me anymore,
Because all I can hear is the sad songs,
I'm watching the full moon alone,
I wish you're the brightest star beside me,
But you're just another shooting star,
Who fell for someone she wish she had a long time ago.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.