I look to the left
I look to the right
I can feel it
Something is not right
I keep ignore it
Don’t know what to fix
the feeling is bubbling
to erupt from my chest
I keep thinking
What the feeling is all about
But I get nothing
To let it all out
It suffocating me
So much that its hurt
But how to find it
When you don’t know what it is
.. I don't know what's wrong with you, Wardah. However, I do know that most of the poems come out based on how and what the poets feel during their creation. *patpat*
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ReplyDeleteWhat's with all that meows? =A="
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