The memory came by,
My memories - damn so well organized as I saw it clearly,
How our first met were - how we've blended with funny things,
It just projected over and over on my memory monitor,
Too many questions that was questionable,
Hidden along my funny faces,
That desirable fuck feelings to ask you what goes wrong.
Maybe I was too scared for the sacred truth,
Or I was damn too afraid of crushing,
I don't know but maybe honesty wasn't bought legally in our little world,
Maybe it was dozed over something's else,
Or maybe we're damn to reckless to realize that we need each other in a complex way.
The memory just fall out from the hanger,
Drop directly in the plastic bag,
Stick untied in it until I failed to plugged it out and later,
I trashed it out of our home - once we're together in everything.
I see how damn well you are,
I see how good your life was rather than mine,
It was me - only, picking up the trashed pieces,
Unplug it from the dustbin and locked it out inside our locker.
Yes, it was me all along who keep going back but too ego to realized it.
Happy?POSTED BY " Nooraisyah Nadiah " ON " 25/12/2015 @ 12:54 pm "
