Ewr
Februari 27, 2016
If it was easy, to leave and to understand;
without telling how you were,
without asking “are those ok?”,
without pretending about what we had.
Have I shared those night stories?
Have I told you about others?
Are those late-night-calls keep you awake?
How if all ifs that we made are blooming?
How if all truths we talked are coming back?
It may be,
someday.
(a.d. 2016)
without telling how you were,
without asking “are those ok?”,
without pretending about what we had.
Call me a numb,
a dumb,
even the biggest liar
you’ve ever met
and,
you’ve ever dated.
a dumb,
even the biggest liar
you’ve ever met
and,
you’ve ever dated.
Have I shared those night stories?
Have I told you about others?
Are those late-night-calls keep you awake?
How if all ifs that we made are blooming?
How if all truths we talked are coming back?
It may be,
someday.
(a.d. 2016)
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