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Azizah Saffa Dec 2014
I don't know why God split up us in the different country
I don't know why our age are too far
I don't know why our religion are different
And I don't know why we make love each other?
Love rises between us
We just met,
and we fall in love?
How come?

We makes time more precious than usual
We're closed and made a little promise
to not to leave each other

Too hard for me if you have to leave me
Too hard for me to let you go
I try for always keeping our relationship
But you just walk away and do not care everything

I'm still care for you,
but you won't do the same
You always make my heart so ache,
But I still love you.
Am I stupid?
Am I stupid to won't stop loving you?

I never expect you to love me back
I just expect that you understand my feeling
Understand how hurt my heart because you always slash it
Slash it till the blood spilling up

But I do not care...
How much you slash it or snab it
I won't move...
I willing to feel paining than just saw you go
Snab it. Crack it. And burnt it.
I will always love you...
Although our country or our religion or probably our age become the obstacles,
I don't even care...
I still waiting here for you
Although for a hundred centuries
I will not stop loving you
till the date that I die
This poem according to him....
  Dec 2014 Azizah Saffa
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You
are
the
missing
piece
to
make
my
puzzle
com­plete.
10W (:
  Dec 2014 Azizah Saffa
Devon Webb
I keep
forgetting to
forget you,
neglecting to
regret you.
Azizah Saffa Oct 2014
I throw my head into the train
And I burn myself like a crazy
Snab my head as an idiot
Shoot my chest like I'm a terorrist

I do it cause he threw a **** to my head
gave me the best of his ***
he just a ****

I gave all that he wanted
but he didn't back
even he just gone and dissepeared

you such a CHICKEN!
laugh like a witch

wanta my ****?
Azizah Saffa Oct 2014
I'm a girl
I never know who is him..
I never know how is his physic...
Something that I know he always put a rose on my table...
He always put a piece of paper inside my note book...
Just say "hi"
The same rose, the same word in the paper...
I can't imagine...
This guy is so mysterious...
I just guess he is my ex-boy
He requests me to back
But I was wrong...
It's not a guy...
It's a girl...

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