Putri Misnia Shary Bahri, 7 grudnia 2011
Butterfly is full of illusion
with the moon reflecting through
our eyesight
Love is like maze trying to find our way
back to the person who we loves
Our loves may cure our pains with forgiveness
But love never dies easily
cause no-one could realizing that
we meant to be
until we about to leaving
the hands of the person
who we cares and loves
with regrets running through our minds
realizing how much we love one an other
longing to hold on to each other embrace
with a tenderness of kiss which flashing back
with hopes and faith for the one we love
which give strength to carry on
our laughter which make
our memoirist alive forever
Putri Misnia Shary Bahri, 4 grudnia 2011
A white rosés that soft and sweet turns to red in bloods
A red rosés re symbol of romance within my love of purity for you
A razor-sharp boundaries torment a cut on my hand bit by bit dripping of blood on top of rosés of white turn to red full with bloods
How true was the love we bone in?
It felt so true and sweet embrace you close
You embrace me in your arms
Try not to lost me
How true it’s felt beneath our heart and soul
Your my everything from a dreams which
woke me from my sleep
Noticing you weren't there
How could this become so deceitful?
When we meant to be together
it’s tearing apart of my soul
When your gone till i give on loving you
Playing our soul of passion deceiving
Tearing us apart
Lovers’ affection pulls our straight away
Divided heart of love which truly affection
The art of love bond in torment with sore inside
Feelings the true loves reveal once which embrace
Tearing us apart when we said farewell forever
Never turing back to the point
Where we lays our love which we left forever
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