not poetry is just a meaningless pen stroke
Time is rolling so fast that I can not catch the step of the woman I love so much, I'm stuck in the shackles of the heart. Not because he was not in love but the more complicated life made my step stalled at the intersection that deflects the body and soul for ignoring his affection for me. Not that I do not care, not I do not love. He remains the number one in my heart even in my life. Well though sometimes I always make it angry and emotion but what can make. Now my life is complicated.
Every night the eyes cannot be closed, there is only the burden borne, appeared one by one force to think about it, until the morning this eye still cannot fall asleep. Only the laptop screen that accompanies, nothing else. The game becomes an alternative not to think about the problems that exist in mind memory.
The time is now 6 o'clock in the morning, black night clouds turn to the red sun. The birds chirping singing to greet the beautiful morning, the rooster crowed out to welcome a hopeful morning. But what for me? just one question that comes to mind !! Am I still worth living, happy and regardless of this heavy burden?
Is she still my beloved? I think I still think she's a happy woman because of my presence? whereas I'm just ignorant, do not want to think about what he feels? I'm too proud to make him or herself slowly forget me, maybe even leave me.
Is she still my beloved? waiting for this self to move along with the pursuit of the imagination we once wrote in the same dream. Waiting for time to give more room to live with this increasingly troublesome life.
Is she still my beloved? Accepting any deficiency disturbing the heart , appeal to leave each other. Is she still my beloved? loving for longer periods and storing precious memories is one reason not to leave me and even leave me.
Is she still my beloved? embrace when the inner is scratched by bitterness, embracing the body when no longer able to smile,grasping at the moment all felt unable the passed, sweeping tears that moisten the cheeks in every time I cried because of the burden that I now pass.
And what he still loves me, still my lover who always gives support for what I passed. Probably not! probably not because of the fact that I was slowly removing the feeling, now only the desire to leave that might be in his mind.
"In principle, the problems of one and the other make the self-confused sometimes. Problems of love, life problems, personal problems, family problems are sometimes made in one making it more complicated. Learn to be smart in solving one problem so as not to be more troublesome".
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