Tired Become Small Star

Tired Become Small Star

Tired Become Small Star

Sent by : Putri Hajar
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Tired Become Small Star

I know…
I will fall like rain water…
And my fragile heart…
Will crumble like glass flakes…

Thousands of time I tired to forget…
But why…
The failure I got…
And the disappointment that almost me…

(Also read : Real Love is Unreal)

I know…
I’m not the month he admired…
Not the roses he sees…
Or the sun that shines on the day…

Tired…
Really tired…
Sick…
Really sick…

(Also read other poem at : Everything Will Return to Allah)

When remember about…
This self-denotation…
Which is only a small star…
Between…
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