Creative, Writing Untitled August 12, 2018 I want to be a place when you come without knowing the way back I want to be a tree that tries not to fall despite being hit by a storm of wind If you know, hopefully my message is delivered by the wind and reaches your lap Sometimes, your silence is both horrible and longing Sometimes the short words comes from your mouth very sharpen and very warm You actually escape from my sight, but always feels in my heart How to refuse to remember you How to try to survive from you Your eyes on me? Maybe not me! refused, denying only further added injuries Waiting that never ends Feelings that begin to strengthen in my heart In the end, hopefully in time there is still myself, yourself or even ourself. dewinta Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Terkait Newer Are you ENTP, INTJ, or ISTJ ?? You May Also Like Past Tense January 4, 2020 ANUMATA January 15, 2019 a calm life February 7, 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Comment Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.