Two years to make amends
will never be enough
to let go of
perfectly imperfect
you
Yet,
Two years are enough
to realize the one I fell for
is my expectation of you;
Not you
Hence I'm damaged by the rage
and healed as the time wheeled
And tonight, I won't fall for anyone but myself
Though in a slower pace,
I have forever to face
***
December 2019
I promise this is the last I write this kind of cringey self-absorbed poem
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Kenopsia (Kumpulan Puisi)
PoetryKumpulan puisi keempat (2019-2021). Kenopsia, n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet. (Harap mencantumkan sumber setiap repost/share) Highest Rank: (pernah) #2 in #Poem, #1 in...
