Paused. tired of chasing time,
Tick tock tick tock, O pls be kind,
Seeking serenity in a mysterious night,
When feelings are caged deep down inside.
ps. colloq pharmaco on tuesday. got confused with all the classifications, i started to write a poem. nie semua sbb baru belajar pasal Pushkin. -.-''
pps. baca blog aiman azlan. i just knew that Ali made a lot of poems for Fatimah.
Dear future husband, if you can't make one for me, it's okay. Just lend me your ears. I have a collection of my ridiculous poems.
ppps. time's up because i'm sleepy already. goodnight.