Monday, May 12, 2014 @ 7:58 AM


I don't need a memory,
that keep reminds me of you,
that tell about you,
that keep playing in my own cinema,
how we used to be.

Thinking about you,
no kidding,
its hurt.

The promise that you back then,
the pinky promise,
how our little fingers entertwined with each other,
i wait and wait and wait
and literally tired of waiting,
but i still,
hold on to that promise you made,
even though i know,
i know
you won't come back.

-Bunga Merah, 19:35, 030514 .

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