FEAR OF BEING A MEMORY
When I was still a little child
I really like to run and hide
So that I cannot taste and see
The real world just in front of me.
And when I begin to grow-up
I have learned when to go and stop
So that I can safely survive
In this traffic road full of lives.
When I think of my tomorrow
Certain coldness and sadness grew
Really have a lonely feeling
I want to keep on denying.
Beyond tomorrow, what could be?
Will I still gonna face and touch thee?
Will I still laugh really loud and lively?
Or simply be a memory.
I love your poems! keep it up! Short but has a great impact on me (I can relate)...
ReplyDelete*You should also make a new name for your blog since you have already defined its theme so that it would be more appealing to the readers.
*Adding some original photos for each of your poem entry would definitely give your blog a kick!
--Godspeed! ^_^
thank you! :)
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