And..It Was A Funeral Of Mine When I'm Already Alive Poem by NBlogy __

Dreaming of life together, is it worth to she
doing the things she loved, is it fair to me....

Even I knew this crumbling me inside
Although I choose to streching it too far...
Every time I fall like a glimpse of broken star

My heart still amaze how she can be so rude
Ohh..I forgot she dealing with her so called 'mood'

In the end, me and my heart lonely survive...
It was funeral of mine when I'm already Alive

__#nbwrites