past in the memory..

do I miss them。
your voice, your smile, your gentle appearance, your playful and your childishness.
do I miss them。
the time we spend, the stories we tell, how my heart beat fast, our arguments.
i still remember them。
the first day , the good time we been through, when everything claps.
I can’t  forget。
how much you try to make me smile, to wipe away my sadness
whenever you there i can’t stop smiling, even with nothing you can get me happiness
and when you left, this hole inside of me become so deep full with darkness
I don’t regret。
knowing you, being with you, the memory i have i’ll Treasure it forever
cause the meaning of loving someone even for a little is that pure happiness that you feel,
the honest feeling, the pain of leaving
all come in one package
do I miss you。
every day … no? every second of the day
even tho i know it never meant to last and i decided to take the chance
i prepared to have the pain and yet it mad me cry
and i still miss you
this image of love forever i’ll have past in my memory like scraps of story book at last reach it last chapter.
on it last page i write ..

 

 

“for everything you gave me
thank you”

Letter to myself

Dear me….

you had a very colorful life to live

with so many choices

you got your share of happiness

and same for you sadness

your heart felled with laugh and joy

as your eyes shade tears when cry

you succeed in things you do

while you tried the bitter taste of the fall

you walked on a way that no one had walked before you

cause only that way was meant for you

you had some loses and you achieve some wins

dreams that crashes to build another dreams

life wasn’t perfect, and sadly that how it will

i know you walked a lot, and ahead of you there a lot still

life never end with a fail, hope can rise your will

i won’t promise you that thing will get easy

but you should have more faith in your self

cause life is like food flavor

each one had special taste to make the meal full

so,

don’t forget your not alone

but you path have to walked with your own steps

trees always raise their head high
but before they alone have to climb up from the dirt

Aside

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Artist, Writer of Confessional Free Verse Poetry and Fiction

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