Tonight..
We were talk about us..
I try to negotiate with Him
Who knows He agreed about this
I talk to Him..
I said,
I miss you..
Wish you were here..
Watch falling star surround the moon..
Having cupped of coffee under warm blanket
But then..
He said..
"He's just fine right now..
some places that you can't ever find him anyway..
I save him..
in a better place.."
Then.. Tell me..
What should I do?
-Spring Holiday
YOU ARE READING
a Cup of Imperfect Poetry
PoetryThere will always be imperfection that will be filled with unexpected things. And that is you. Someone who completes a part of my life.
