Sometimes gold, sometimes grey..
Sometimes good, can fly away..
Sometimes failed, and then I pray..
I see the sun, then it turns to rain..
I see your smile, but I feel the pain..
I see the light, and I know it never be the same again..
Once you give me sweet, and now it changes to plain..
-Spring Holiday
YOU ARE READING
a Cup of Imperfect Poetry
PoezjaThere will always be imperfection that will be filled with unexpected things. And that is you. Someone who completes a part of my life.
