January Day 5
First Saturday of January
They say, Saturday Lucky
For me, this is the day of Time Consuming, why?
Saturday.
All I need to do is to SAT, on UR promise, and waiting you to come on the same DAY.
8:07 pm
From: 09*********
Wait for me, I'm on my way.
Smile of hope appear on my face
9:10 pm
From: 09*********
Please wait again, it's emergency.
Until my heart beat race
11:12 pm
From: 09*********
I love you...
Teardrops are starting to gaze the reality
12:13 pm
From: 09*********
I'm sorry, I need to be with her.
Thats the end of my Saturday, empty and unlucky.
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YOU ARE READING
Her words.
PoetryHer words. Is a bunch of feelings. Her words. Is a combination of her thoughts and experience. Her words can strike you. Her words can hurt you. Her words can make you cry. Her words is what she feels. Her words help you to see the reality of life...
