my poetry

Saturated I heard Sweetness of the word love
Better be alone Not onceI tried But I failed again
Maybe this fate Suratan my hand Must be steadfast
Far away Down my life That is full of question marks

Sometimes the liver hesitates Determine. my attitude There is no place to complain
Only faith in the chest That makes me capable
I always endure it My own night No love anymore
Only one of my beliefs The star shines Blow my life
Happy coming