I was in the bench doing my poem
When my minds travel and soaring alone.
Alone the growing dark when I feel that my heart.
Was bruised by a Lad I met in my past.
I remember the day when I met him.
I was Charmed by his brain and of his game.
There’s also a time when I saw him.
My heart is riding in the rainbow of flame.
Time was so quicken that my heart is fallen.
Why can’t I feel your care and the gentle touch that hold my feelings.
And now that I Was not able to get away
In this kind of feelings, I do not want to feel.
Right at this moment
I wasn’t able to recover
And accompany with …
Is the question that
Whose I’m gonna blame?