letter

aditha

I'm on my pen and start to cry
because i don't even know the reason why
i just grabbed my pen and start to write
wondering how my hands have their own lives
making this kind of lines you can't criticize
knowing that this is a message of desire
of finding the truth that never lies
simple words does not always start to say hi
it just burst out and late to realize you're saying goodbye
I'm lost and imprisoned in a total confused mind
thinking the thoughts i always deny
and hiding my real feelings from real life
suffering to know who will understand what's the real inside
that my soul always keeping it from behind
i wish there is someone who can notice
that i am living, existing and breathing underneath
but it fate will suggest not let me see it
I'll take that opportunity to have faith
that your destiny will make another way
and let your own fate bring you to me, I'll wait
even a passing hundred thousand of years
will never be a destruction for me 
i always keep alive for you just to see you
even it will take my last breathe away.