Friends in a circle,
But the circle is bland and fake,
One by one throw me away,
Sad but it proves who is real,
Is something wrong with me?
Am I paper or something?
I only need one friend,
Not pencil — nor scissors,
That can cut or erase so fast,
Become an important page in my life.
Does it look desperate?
Yeah you can say and call me that..
Again and again until you are satisfied,
Because you were born with it,
In this wide cruel world:
I really really want it so bad!
YOU ARE READING
Buku of Poem
PoetryMelayu : Kepada pembaca, Puisi-puisi ini bukannya diari utama Bacalah jika kamu suka Semoga lakaran 'Buku of Poem' ini memberi manfaat Walaupun agak sedikit rumit dan tersirat Usahalah untuk hayati dan fahami. English : Dear reader, This is my maste...
