Silence, Sepi & Poetry
I Still Love You In Words

One year, two years, three years

One windu, I keep my heart

This love is formed because of you

Rooted to far away

Absorbed within the endless cave

Until finally the philanthropy was locked up

This love fell because of you

Slowly away; disappear

Thrown in a no man's abyss

This feeling never met a reply

I was hoping too much for a change

Or I am stupid in my feelings

Because they are right to say

Two people who are not alike

Believe ...

To this day

I still love you in words

For the heart that is feeling sore, for the memories that are very bitter and for the longing that was buried, may all be healed quickly and quickly melted.😊

Passion for you to carry out their activities, may you like my simple poetry huh hehe.

One more thing, I'm a guy ya not a girl wkwk ntar in think girls again.

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