Happy birthday!
Someone greeted me
I smile bitterly
Why I feel empty and lonely?
I want a time machine
I want to reverse the year
I wish the clock moves counter clockwise
I wish I can comeback to the past
I want the time
That I'm exited with my birthday parties
That I believe that Santa gives a gift
And If I have a wound,there's a ship in it
I want to be a child again
The time that I have no problem
All in my mind is how to play?
What will gonna play in the next day?
Once again, I want to play a barbie
I want to cook a leaves in a tree
I want to open the light and say party party
I want to build a house and I'm the mommy
Now I'm matured
When I'm bored
I'm not talking to another people
Instead I'm holding my cellphone
I open my eyes wide
I realized something enlightened my mind
That when become older and bigger
Our life becomes boring not like earlier.
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POETRY
PoetryPoetry is an art A voice of a broken heart An eyes of a blinded truth A light in a dark justice A key for a true happiness And one of a beautiful piece, From a great pen bleeders.
