Cr(u/a)sh



I never knew you before,
I wonder why I did not,
To all my wounds that are sore,
You have cured a lot

Too early to say,
4 days passed by,
Still scared to say “hey”
Who knows I might cry?

“How can you miss someone you’ve just met ?”

I never knew the answer,
I love what I love
I miss what I miss
it is what it is.

It might turn out sour,
someday.
Like an evil flower
Did I pluck it?
Where did I get it?
Around the bonfire that lit
I wanna keep it.

#brokenjames

By: Zaim Luqman


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