Somewhere in the part of my heart, you would always sat there
I know, if my hair turns gray like yours, it will still be crystal clear
That this hair of mine was combed by your gentle hands
And this feet that walks was guided amidst of the sand
When it gets dark, you'll be my light
When I feel small, you are my height
When I want food, you were my spoon
When I cry, you were my comfort
I would always remember, in this rainy days like this
That you were my umbrella, but you let me go on my own
So I would be fine standing alone, and when I chase the unknown
But I would always have the stop over, to look at the drizzly drops
And say hi to your memories that looks backs when I still take a nap
I would remember, when my hair turns gray, like how it is to you
How you carried me in your arms and let me play too
And I just want to mouth one last time, that I thank you
For everything in this raindrops is nostalgic, and I still stay blue
But I'll live this one life, for the two of us, no one new
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
