melovesdaisy

Sometimes, we wanted someone to listen,

Sometimes, we wanted a shoulder to cry,

Sometimes, we just couldn’t speak it out,

And often we kept it inside,

Sometimes, we regret,

Sometimes, we wanted to turn back time,

But, it just couldn’t happen,

Sometimes, we believe,

Sometimes,we doubt,

Then, we buffled,

Hardly figure out what they kept inside,

The uncertainty needs to be cinched,

So, no wounds are rubbed in salt.

Salwa Adila Azli..

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