Sunday, 19 March 2017, at 15:40 PM || 969th poem
Do you remember, when our laughter killed a lot of time that spiced up our friendship?
When it was dusk with golden yellow skies, a meeting that meant a lot to me.
There was nothing special when we met face to face, only smiles and laughter that adorned our time at that time.
Slowly, no matter where longing comes from, he is increasingly stifling and poisoning the mind.
When I thought everything about us was an ordinary friendship, it touched me to be able to make you more happy than now.
Without words, even more so.
About the sense of the hill, without knowing that this heart is very narrow.
Without knowing the time, you keep smiling in my mind.
Well even though the pain was so intense, and the thrashing of the soul so intense, if you know, this feeling is more than just a friend.
And only you, this heart has been tied.