Not in the clamor of the crowded street
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng
In myself always you on my mind though whatever happened
Felt grumpy when I withdraw back
Feelings escalate tremendously everytime flashes through it
Grimaces of pain and suffer ain’t matter
But the scar left in my heart always makes me wander
You’re the one who inspires me
After numerous of incidents
At last you always still the last not the least
Don’t ask who why how when what
It meant to be die
No comments:
Post a Comment