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Moks Sulayman Apr 2015
Tonight I dance,
You called once,
I took that chance,
Waiting for a glance.

Tonight we walked,
You never talked,
Since then i thought
"I waited and rot".

Tonight I listen,
You had suspicions,
And gave me conditions,
In the end you left me

Because of traditions
I honestly dont know what ive been doing. I dont even know what im writing. Im having a hard time. But i hope i could surpass this
Moks Sulayman Apr 2015
What do i love? . . . That
Who do i love? . . . You
When did i love? . . . Then
Where did i love? . . . There
Why did i love? . . .
I have always wondered why are we having a hard time answering people that asks us "why do we love?"
Moks Sulayman Apr 2015
I don't remember yesterday,
I can't redo it today.
I don't see any big change,
I can't even recall my original age.

I kept thinking of the past
And I realized time moves fast.
All memories trapped in a glass,
A reflection of that past.

I have captured many moments.
People placed it in portraits.
I'll forever be your mini time machine,
Along with my partners, the films and the batteries.

Yours truly,
Camera
This poem was a project for our philosophy subject and i just knew about this on the d-day(submission day). We were task to make a poem about an object and i had to do this in only 3 minutes. I hope i did good.

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