One day, the world will stop giving you information about me. I will possibly move in a safer place where I'll start off from blank pages again and empty streets, and nods back on unfamiliar faces. One day, I will start again.
I will live the life I planned without allowing any single mischievous soul to point me how I should run my codes. One day, I will get lost. I will explore. I will unwind. I will seek for the matters I lost while saving the wrong people.
One day, you'll stop remembering my name, my stories, my poems, my poetries. You will one day disremember the face that blends on my common name.
One day, I will continue to introduce myself to the beauty of building my passion up without needing other's approval.
One day I will matter and I will be enough and valid. One day, I will enjoy my time alone and prove that my loneliness always comes out when I am in the wrong crowd.
One day, I will prove that I will always be my own right place."
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
