by Furqon Abdi
when I open my eyes
see the sun shining
he rises so gently
hiding butterfly start to fly
before the sky falls
before the day after tomorrow
I close my eyes
won’t to see the pleased heart
again, in my life
she broke my heart
she trash my love
it’s too hard for me
to face the sea
still crumbly I walk
find my heart was broken
wish you will
(a broken heart poem)
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