The sweetest poem to a lover

Hi there…
Happy fucking birthday
One of your pictures is a fucking bullshit
There is no that thing in it
But it just a lovely pic
I just can’t stand not to look at it
While your other pic show the real you
Who you really are
I just don’t get it
Why…
Even though you are my di di mau
Still…
You are fucking asshole in my heart now
But you make a beautiful music
Sounds great
Now
I am
Have to be more professional as a music consumer
Don’t ever have a crush to any of the musician
Whom the music you really fucking like
Bloody hell….
Fuck this
I am done.

It just a joke man….don’t bother that. Well, I do it for fun though. This is the first day for me as in 8th grade. I have Advanced English 1 and Advertising class today. Good thing happen just when I even step my foot to campus. yet. I see ‘the chubby’…. When he passes me by, I see straight to his face. What a chubby…Then the next thing happen is that I meet him three times today. But suddenly I see no chubby at all at his face when I caught him with a girl. The sweetest thing comes fast and in second it was gone.
Alright, it means that he is normal to have a girlfriend. At least he is not gay. Hmm…I try to entertain myself actually. So I declare that this week is the bloody broken heart week for me. Why a week instead of a day? Because it happens in a row (I don’t have to mention it one by one) and I will have this bad euphoria for this whole week. Sucks! I hope I can over come with it. As a result, I wrote one more poem to end this day.


Renaissance

The happiness in me
Is crawling in my soul
To find a place to live
But one thing for sure
What ever happened
I don’t want my faith
To leave

Hollow
Fast
Mild
There are no other words
Better than misery
That really represents me
That I hope only for temporary

This happiness was the worth one to live
In every human soul
So you have gotta fight
For your right
To be happy

Cheers everyone!!


Fin