Saturday, September 30, 2017

It is Him...





'...' '...' '...'

Torture or not,
Still crush in pain and sorrow.

Wanting him back,
Still not allow to.

He saw her,
Still he chooses not to come closer.

He just came,
And live without a word.

It still hurt,
Still I couldn't do anything.

I know it,
It is my fault.

He turns around,
Living me behind wounded.

Because of me,
I'm not free anymore.

I'm with someone,
But it is him that I love.

"..." "..." "..."

Jr.


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