Tuesday, March 26, 2013


You know,

Love came like summer.
Light and warm.
It keeps on blooming like spring,
like there is no end.

Until you realize, it begin to fall,
like autumn.
It's get colder, almost like winter.

And never come back.

Monday, March 25, 2013

My Friend and I.

My dearest friend.
She choose to leave.

And I,
Have to stay.