6 months,
1 year,
What a beautiful flower,
I plucked it,
Hoping I can take a good care of it.
i sun it with my smile and happiness,
i watered it with faithfulness and loyalty,
i worked hard for the best for two of us,
hoping i'll get a healthy living flower.
But i was wrong,
it was not the flower who grow
it was the thorn.
it grew bigger day by day,
until it hurts me so bad
I went so mad I didn't feel it
until today when i see it
with its new owner
Then I realize
I just lost the war.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
6 months,
1 year,
What a beautiful flower,
I plucked it,
Hoping I can take a good care of it.
i sun it with my smile and happiness,
i watered it with faithfulness and loyalty,
i worked hard for the best for two of us,
hoping i'll get a healthy living flower.
But i was wrong,
it was not the flower who grow
it was the thorn.
it grew bigger day by day,
until it hurts me so bad
I went so mad I didn't feel it
until today when i see it
with its new owner
Then I realize
I just lost the war.
17 June 2019
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