Bismillahirahmanirahim,
11 January 2013/ 12 January 2013
An usual journey that torn us apart,
Far apart from our lovely moments,
Anger and disappointment
Became our game.
It might seems simple and just too much
Because both fail to discover more
Deeper than just a just
Friends, futsal and a promise collide
0000 to 0030 to 0105
Mobile off, voicemail activated
Waited too much and slept with anger
Woke up and call came
Too bad the anger splatted
Sorry was all he could utter
Time runs, chores awaits
Beloved sister picked up the call
5 second words made me felt on air
Couldn’t made up what’s next
What’s felt so wrong or so right
Went annoyed by the house phone
The best part marked along the way
He was not ready to give up this time
He tried and never quit with patience all day
To hear her girls voice once again
Silent filled the whole day for him
Out of surprises, super surprise
First time for over one and a half year
He showed his eagerness
With no way of ever giving up
Strike 12 he made his move
With songs and that sweet voice
And the medicine was his move,
The overwhelming move,
EFFORT we call it
Open the crumbled heart.
Uttered forgiveness and expressed our deepest love indeed
For this I marked a history that ill forever grace
*Dear AHM, akhirnya sy update satu post, membuktikan nilai
die sebesar manaa, Like usual. Hee
SELAMAT HARI LAHIR MAK *.* 12 January 2012
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