I must admit that once i have destroy a true love that
i have unknowingly falling in deeply in it.
I did not believe it is a true love that i experiancing it at first,
cause it just like a dreams.
To made ot feel like reality, i create anger and imperfection to
feel to pain.
It is stupid and childish.
Yes, i admit it.
When i realise it is my true love ; is when i feel the real pain.
A strong pain that breaks my heart into pieces , tears which
have uncontrol fallen down , heavier than a pouring rain,
a slient cry in my shell-less heart; echoing.
But the time i realise it ,
it's all too late.
I'm no lomger love by the one.
I beinging sweep by reality and the un-love him.
I hve bought upon myself,
I have lost... Everything of love.
Memories is the only thing it remain i guess.
Even memories is the only thing left,
but it will not turn sour
It will be kept as beautiful as it is,
keep somewhere in my brian, my broken heart pieces,and in my blood stream by my tears.
I feel thankful that i have such a love in my life.
Thank you.
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