Sorry for all my hard head.

It was when speaking with your tongue tied.

I know that you're tired.

But I just want to know,Where do you want to go,

I may be sad, But I'm not weak,

This situation is indeed very bleak.

And in your eyes never lie,

Your tears come from inside.

Until Sunday I'll wait for the final answer

I think the time was not good enough for you,

You know that I hate this poem,

Because written for you

You drown my fears with

I feel real but not sorry

Lazy eye You do not need to go back on view

Sadness they have seen

But you're too deep to burn all

Back again

But somehow I can not find

By the time you say goodbye

This is a problem I'm hurting it's not fair

But somehow your words,

The way I heard that haunt me,

You are under my skinYou break in,

And the tasteless fights that meet our afternoon

Does started to dig in,

You are under my skin

You haunt me

And if Sundays what it takes to prove

No more loose.

by:dwi prakasa wira utama