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Love Story

Come on dear, come on

Here, I give you my special treat

Hug, kisses and all stuff that sweet

so please, come on dear, come on

Days, weeks, months had already past

And this feeling seems to be everlast

Till the day you came and shout

“Why can’t we just cut it out?”

Then, I come alone today

Regretting that passing days

“what I’ve done?”, repeatedly said

Until I know, what people said

There were something called love story, Lad!


August 21, 2009 - Posted by | Puisi Bebas! |

1 Comment »

  1. leh tau napa freedom is must

    Comment by Novri Farisi | May 4, 2010 | Reply

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