Pretty, that not me
Wealthy, is not myself
Smart, is not my person
And
perfection is not my property
But, is me wrong if hoping more?
Hoping there is love which can accept me?
Because only love which can close over my
insuffiency
Several time I was tried
But, several time also I swallow it
bitterly
Till I think, is still any love which can accept me?
Is there any one who can take care my heart?
Is there any someone which ready to protect me?
And is there any someone able to carve to
smile in my lip every day?
And also make me feel peace of other side him.
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