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Apr 2019

this brain of mine –
i need to sort it out,
all the messy craps and endless worries
i want to throw them all out
and make it more homely.

this heart of mine –
i need to make it softer,
so that i could learn to love again
and make it dancing happily.


i keep replaying the same old songs
they remind me of your absence in my life
and the moments you've done me wrong
maybe i was too stupid back then,
but now, i am no more naive.
i know exactly how to say no
and when to run away.
Written by
hizatul akmah
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