YES!!! LAST WEEK OF CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
NEED
MY
FOOD.
CAN'T
WAIT
TO
TRAVEL.
.............still got thesis to do. the sad story of my life.
love lost in the fog
it is was love
i shouldn't have started things
from the moment that
we first met
this pain doesn't know how to stop
i held the tears back deep in my heart
when they flow down my two sunken cheeks
my love is now lost in the fog
if it was love
i shouldn't have started things
from the moment that
we first met
this pain doesn't know how to stop
i held the tears back deep in heart
when they flow down my two sunken cheeks
my love is now lost in the fog
if it was love
i shouldn't have started things
from the moment that
we first met
this pain doesn't know how to stop
i held the tears back deep in my heart
when they flow down my two sunken cheeks
my love is now lost in the fog
my love is now lost in the fog
it is was love
i shouldn't have started things
from the moment that
we first met
this pain doesn't know how to stop
i held the tears back deep in my heart
when they flow down my two sunken cheeks
my love is now lost in the fog
if it was love
i shouldn't have started things
from the moment that
we first met
this pain doesn't know how to stop
i held the tears back deep in heart
when they flow down my two sunken cheeks
my love is now lost in the fog
if it was love
i shouldn't have started things
from the moment that
we first met
this pain doesn't know how to stop
i held the tears back deep in my heart
when they flow down my two sunken cheeks
my love is now lost in the fog
my love is now lost in the fog
A Song of Sanga
The wind is silently silently blowing
Are you a lonely woman
Are you a lone woman
The lost dream left only a heartrending scar
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
At the tearful night sad because of indelibleness
Sanga alone is crying
The wind is silently silently blowing
Are you a lonely woman
Are you a lone woman
The lost dream left only a heartrending scar
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
At the tearful night sad because of indelibleness
Sanga alone is crying
that night
she look straight to my eyes and she utter the exact words
"i can't do it. i don't remember. i don't know how to terawih. i search for it but i cannot find it" looking so flustered and broken.
that moment how i don't know it will be a time in life that i'll never forget
it brokes my heart to every pieces that it could. seeing that strong lady at lost and seeing her so broken her pride and ego just crumbles. it must hurt. that strong lady is not strong anymore. what saddening is she realize that and it hurt her so much. i could just feel her pain. seeing her staring blankly to nothingness and looking so lost when i am talking to her because she don't understand anything. the pain it's killing me too. seeing her crumble making me crumble too. but i can't. i have to give the strength. the strength that i don't even have. but i have to. i have to. crying even if you must, you have to do whatever. be that strength for her to hold on to.
she look straight to my eyes and she utter the exact words
"i can't do it. i don't remember. i don't know how to terawih. i search for it but i cannot find it" looking so flustered and broken.
that moment how i don't know it will be a time in life that i'll never forget
it brokes my heart to every pieces that it could. seeing that strong lady at lost and seeing her so broken her pride and ego just crumbles. it must hurt. that strong lady is not strong anymore. what saddening is she realize that and it hurt her so much. i could just feel her pain. seeing her staring blankly to nothingness and looking so lost when i am talking to her because she don't understand anything. the pain it's killing me too. seeing her crumble making me crumble too. but i can't. i have to give the strength. the strength that i don't even have. but i have to. i have to. crying even if you must, you have to do whatever. be that strength for her to hold on to.
in a word there'll be this one letter that signify the word.
in Jumaat there's J.
.
Jumaat is a day that distinguish from others.
the weather, the sun, the wind, the sound, the sight of Jumaat greets me differently- Everytime.
like making a point am Jumaat.
.
beautiful doesn't even come close to what i feel.
Jumaat keeps on protrude it's character.
and just stole my heart every time when the ray of sunlight creeping it's way through the window to greet me in the morning. i love it. i just simply love it. ever since i was a kid till today. i keep falling in love with Jumaat. the warmth that tingled deep in my chest subtly engulf me with contentment like no others.
and today i decided to write about it. as i don't know how else am i suppose to express this. i can't even talk about this with anyone.... i did try once belogie. i really do try. but then............
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| the reaction always. so yeah... |
i am not poetic. it is just how i am. how i view everything. i don't know how else am i suppose to express it. this is my window everyday everytime.
no matter. i love you jumaat. you're wonderful. come and greet me always.
i am here
i am that someone
i do found you
i always do--
and i always will--
just know.
i am that someone
i do found you
i always do--
and i always will--
just know.
