Miss You
Miss You
When only longs that can frame the heart
Time seems to be so slow and boring
Walking tired and shuffling
In a heavy sense, in a painful soul because of the burden of burden
Cold became friends, the rain became a song about the sense of being restrained.
This is how longing, apparently intangible but it feels so stomping ..
This is how love, is considered ordinary but becomes a happy determinant ..
And you are the reason these words were born. In the miserable yearning about you.
In the image holds your hand tightly over the autumn that has passed
In the plan to spend time together without any interval and pause.
Here is the pain of silence, Waiting for you in patience, waiting for you with hope.
You, yes you... Always imagine each time. On my morning and evening trips.

Longing is a very painful feeling.
From that proverb was born, the rice tasted rock, the water felt thorns :)
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Salam sukses dari @itikna09
Galau berat bg ya. . Hahah