I miss you.
The one who grips on pain like an anomaly. The one who held grudges like a fistful of sand, slipping through fingers and soon it ends. The one who worn their hearts on their sleeves and forgives the thorns held between the same hands.
The one who puts forgiveness before reasoning came. The one who I lost along the tides of time.To find you again is like remembering faces from a stranger who passed by in a sea of people.I might never find you, maybe never again.
I miss you, the person I lost within myself. "The person who never knew she would eventually lose and forgets herself. "
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Anomaly of Emancipation
Puisi"It's 3.00 AM, and these feelings don't seem to put themselves to sleep." A compilation of short poetry written when the heart just wanted to talk.
