Nur Meiyati


I Am So Sorry


Layer by layer of haziness appear in the surface
I see many things subconsciously
The subconsciousness gradually become consciousness
It is sad, surely
But at least I can see
That there are pure you and they
Some outsiders intrude our fun work
But nothing can hurt me more
Other than when I am confused of who you are and why
As I love you
But I know now it is not you
And I am so sad now
That I have dissapointed you
It is like a feeling when I could not show good results from my school exams to my parents
I am so sorry
Tell me how can I recover your trust to me

Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013
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