My Poem 4
Thanks
Mom
Sometimes,
that thing was so peculiar. But, it’s still beautiful
It
was so difficult to subjugate. But it’s not to subjected
I
want be cryin’ everytime remebered
My
memory that always surrounding my mind
At
last , I’ll be and must be found the way out
Actually,
maybe it’s a happiness not a sadness
I
really grateful of what in me
It
won’t be can imagine, if I’m not grateful of what I’ve done
Really,
I swore I wanna know what thing that made me cryin’ like this
Everytime
I remembered, one by one all of that turn up in my dreams
Could
I face this truth?
I’m
sure, I definitely could face it
I
always feel there’s something freak in me
At
the time when that memories appear
Where
a person with white background came to me
Like
she is an angel that will help me and accompany me everytime
thanks
Mom.
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