I miss KL. I never thought that it would be so hard that I'd wake up with my pillow wet with tears. Friends? Yeah, I have friends here but it's not the same. And I don't know whether it will be the same again. Things change. One second she's your best friends who writes you a beautiful farewell letter the next one she's ignoring your mails. I'm scared. I'm afraid that if she says "I can't come cuz I have duty or some other activity...". I will just go into pieces. He doesn't know you're sad like he did. He always did ask with that hilarious face of his. Confusion floods my mind. I don't know how's he doing right now in KL? Is he sick? Will anyone celebrate his birthday? I miss you p. I need my own room. I want to buy books. I want to watch the gold coloured sky outside my window. I want my life back.
Saturday, February 21, 2009,9:33 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.