MUSIC OF THE OCEAN

In Bantalan

Under the bright crispy sun
smelling the fresh air in Bantalan,
she lays on the white shiny sand
He came to you and hold your hand,
He said sorry for what he's done
You didn't know how it begun,
There are things left unsaid
You allow your heart to bleed,
but not to him who caused the pain
You rather let it bleed with your pen,
then, like magic spilled, it rained
from a bright sunny skies a quick change
such a romantic way to hide your tears,
You rush to the shore to grab your shawl
You feel the air suddenly was cold,
Your mind full of questions
Your heart beats so fast,
how could you trust the
one who breaks your heart?

This poem is a work of fiction.