I gave you a red rose,
but you didn't take it,
I left it on your table,
hoping you would keep it.
Today when I came,
on the table it was lying,
losing its red petals,
slowly it was dying.
You've heard it before,
from a thousand other guys,
saying they would love,
along with their million lies.
I may not have it all,
for perfect I am not,
but never have I sighed,
at everything I got.
I dreamed of a life,
together we could cherish,
but now I realised,
my dreams have all perished,
To you I bid goodbye,
as my heart is now closed,
I am now all alone,
with my dying red rose.
Mohd Hakimi Zamali 130808
Sometimes you can't avoid thinking that this world is simply unfair.
6 comments:
red rose engkau ni metafora untuk apa?
lebah madu. tak pun mak cik rosy steyer colmar.
This deserves a two-syllable damn - Dayum!
Takpe, kimi. Bunga bukan sekuntum. Kalu dah habis choice dengan bunga pun, lebah pun bukan seekor wtf.
I would like to make myself clear. The aforementioned lebah is not a methaphor whatsoever. So don't go making any unnecessary conclusions.
Johan,
bunga bukan sekuntum... true true
aku mahu protagonis dalam poem ni tahu bahawa i know exactly how that feels.
to fuzzya (is your real name fauzia? just curious), makhraj kau salah, bukan dayum tapi /dæ-yæm/.
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