Senin, 11 Maret 2013

the 1st poetry in my life, by Me

    the old me,
    he is still here ,waiting for you
    he think of you in all his activities each day.
    like a kid waiting all day at front door for his parents back home, he miss his old
            conversation with you,how was able to tell everything that was on our mind. 
    he cries inside as a man
    like 2 swans separated, both of them hurt until they getting back together.
    he keep praying "we will getting back together"
    and then he will never ever let you down again !