Poetry || morning
morning recounts
about the cold of the night,
about coffee that stay up,
and prayers
tears left.
I guess after you read this article,
you will understand our story. Indeed
the best way should be not only
wait. But the wait has been
blotting my eyes at your glory,
until I was caught by lust.
All unnecessary regrets. The path of destiny
we are different.
Congratulations! I hear you're about to get married.
I think he is much more suited to you
compared to me. It turns out I'm still
too raw to blossom with you,
I'm still too young
to accompany your steps.
For the following pages,
write your new story.
Please feel free to leave me if you have any comments.