poetry has passed
when the sun begins the day with its light,
I will start my morning with your warm greeting,
when night shows darkness,
you are the thing I'm waiting for,
first, when i'm with you,
when you love me so much,
I never felt sorrow toward me,
I was always happy with you then,
but when that love slowly fades,
You get farther, then pass ..
you have passed with my heart,
you're gone, there's nothing else I'm waiting for,
the happiness is gone,
then, how will I start tomorrow after this?
even smiling even I can not.