All day I’m glad that you are happy,
I’m always good when I see you that you are lucky,
To have people that can understand you,
Even sometimes it can’t be understandable but they’re there for you.
Sometimes I’m being contented to look at,
For you-for not being disappointed to me a lot,
You always think that you’re ignorant,
Even it’s not.
You always think-care as well if I’m okay,
If maybe one day because you’re not being with me,
That someday you get conscience when hardest time come-,
So, you always there for me even it makes me feel so bad.
Now, I want to tell you that I’m glad, absolutely,
Just go with them and have some fun-someday,
Don’t make yourself feels like a prisoner,
Because it makes me feel that I am not a warrior.
My own battle, my own chaos, not yours,
I’m begging you to go away and don’t be scared of ours,
I’ll assure you that it will be okay for not being with me at this time,
Just go and live happy and contented for not being with me.
YOU ARE READING
It's a gift
Poetrymy love, my received feedback nor feelings. Some hurts. Some not. But considered as a gift to challenge you as a person. I hope you like it.
