talk to myself

by nuzuli ziadatun ni'mah


Why do you think that you know what is love?
Why do you choose him more than others?
Why do you keep love him for years?
Why do you still wait for, nothing?
Why do you stay?
Why do you forget your self?
Why do you sacrifice your happiness?
Why do you think about him so much?

Why don’t you look in your own heart?
Why don’t you remember those sweet memories of the past?
Why don’t you seek for someone else?
Why don’t you fall for someone once again?
Why, there are so many question you can’t ask?

Hey, love is not a joke. Fighting for someone is not that easy.

Because it takes two to hold hands, to say the love to each other, to whisper what the heart is feeling. Because to love is to take the consequences, whatever it is.

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