I don’t need to pretend anymore
If only I knew its easy to let go, I won’t waste a year to forget,
Nor to feel lost without shadow of yours.
Read all ur texts when I missed your words
Bought the same shampoo when I missed smell of your hair
Look at the moon, hoping you do the same when I missed time we had together
But now, after years past
After so many people came and left
Im scared to let go everything easily
I just miss to be miserably crazy over a girl.
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Final call home
3 years in transit a flight away from home is coming to an end. Hopefully 2010 summer is the last summer here..
I will not be seeing people pray besides the highway because my people prefer to stop at small madrasah or mosque along the highway for prayers.
I will not be seeing the biggest mall, the tallest building, the most luxury horse race, the only 7 stars hotels, hot wheels; cayenne, maserati, porche, ferrari instead there be a lot of protons and perodua. Maybe vios?
Waiting for the boarding pass…
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I don’t know what makes me decide to go home
A visit to Mekah will end my Middle East chapter..
=)
6 comments:
welcome home, brother~~
why we have to live like this way?
ck, hello
anonymous, who are you?
anonymous, are you staying in puchong? =)
i think i know you...
not in puchong but sumwhere u have been here.
and 'she' is doing same as u.
ok
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