LOVE STRING POPEYE

18. Freelance

Your voice still sounds a bit the same...

There's a trace of guilt in his sobs....

for now, I'm strong enough

and grown up to understand...

Some things may have to go away and not come back...

Who we are to blame God...

Of the destiny we made ourselves

Don't be so petty

I am you and the story I call is over.

Let's finish..

Just need to be willing...

because that will be ours

always know..

where to go home..

For a moment let's disappear into each other's memories

then appeared...

with more shine..

I never forgot one

A treatment I find difficult to accept

I won't forget

And I won't forgive

even though I look smiling

For going and losing

it's just a matter of time

I don't know...

Me or you..

Who chose that path first

To finish

Now it's....

We're walking in the opposite direction

No longer going towards the same thing

No longer on the same side

we're...

No longer a romance story...

Lah say...

you're starting to feel my wounds

Enjoy

grievous..

sore..

wound...

disillusioned...

Overlooked...

Eliminated

And....

Finally forgotten

and replaceable

For you whom I love

I'll keep you in the most comfortable place

Don't go again..

stay really

on memory

in memory

And on memories

All my memories are being recycled...

I didn't delete it or throw it away

I just sort out what I deserve to keep

memories of you.., well.sorry.

it has emptied into the flow of forgotten flow...

I can't write a lot of rhymes...

because there's not much else I remember...

It's not about forgiving you...

Forgiving you is easy for me

The hard thing is to forgive myself...

Which is stupid..

I'll allow years

With a guy like you..

I'm sorry I'm...

Not good at looking after you

Not good at making you happy..

Can we just take a break

From the noise of the wound

COME HAPPY...

what you walk for

in an empty and stuffy room

looking for crumb feeling

Which is far off

My feelings for you are gone

Went away and not a memory

I let him go home

to the owner who is tired of fighting, and tired of forgiving

I just put one smile on my face

the smile of victory has overcome the wounds you gave

free from the sickle you consider foolishness because you repeat and repeat the same thing often, the same injury, and the same problem..

I'm sorry I couldn't be part of your affair...

the story of your adventure that extinguished my jealous fire..

there is no more pain..

bland...

invulnerable...

I was beaten by treason

greetings, I wave goodbye hands..

pamit retreat....

good lah...

I'm freeing you to be a casanova...

it's my choice..

your choice...

we walk but we're not in the same direction and there's no purpose

"Your "guarantee" doesn't want me anymore..

you are no longer my final destination..

Neta rewrote verse by verse the contents of her heart.Hopefully that all will become ordinary...

***

Not much different from Neta, Al also feels incredible tightness..

Sandra arrived to call him.After a long time disappeared and even blocked him..

Al had already deleted his number from his phone, already very ready to forget it

"Assalamualaikum brother, can I call

Degh's...... Al's heart raced fast...

"okay "answer her short

his mind wandered, What else was this ?

When Al began to forget, why is it so good to give news ?

Al sighed deeply once, in his breath slowly held her for a while so that the tightness disappeared.....

Huuffff

Azaghfirullah

What else is this, God.....

Laa Ilaha'ilaanta subhanaka inni....

Al kept on thinking, calming his incredible heart raging..

I don't know what answer Sandra would give, so many questions filled her head...

"Face Al !!!

*he's trying to encourage himself...

Take care... Al cleaned himself.. then wear his most comfortable clothes, mineral water was prepared..

The ringtone hape reads...

Bismillah.......

then in the lift call of her heart, her lover, her heart tether, her empress, her beloved olive..

ah it used to be so foreign now.that it has been formed by itself, fortifying the heart of Al who was very disappointed..

Actually still reluctant to hear his favorite voice, the voice that for 5 years faithfully accompanied him, as a tranquilizer when the waves hit him exhausted in the vast Indian Ocean...

Ah, that was before the disappointment you presented, you said it like a poisoned dagger...

Where were you when I needed clarity.....?

Where were you when I needed an explanation.....?

And you where when I feel the pain of his confession only through the message WA....

5 Years wasted and wasted

All my efforts and efforts seem meaningless .

How great my real love is not able to hold your steps away..

I'm not by your side...

I can't be like the others

I'm just like a shadow exists but nothing....

I'm just like Santa giving you a gift

I don't change it just like a money search engine....

And I was hurt over all that...

I want to explain how hard I tried to accept your unilateral decision...

kelaki lakianku....

If I had my hand, you would have missed it so much....

Hugged me very much you hope....

but after that you make it look like there's no price anymore......

Is it that easy to say you can no longer wait ?

While 5 years ago you were sure of me, that you were my strong woman, the woman I could rely on.

Do you know my olive.....

how I miss you when the waves of dozens of meters are tearing my iron house apart....

The shadow of your face is one of my boosters after my mother...

my mother and you are the woman I call most in my prayer..

keep him there, ahhh it turns out that guy is real looking after your body.....

I was hurt deep

when it's easy to write "LONELY"

Is it justified for you to keep me quiet just because it takes fritters hah cliche reasons that make me sick....

Your name is still neatly stored my dear. but no longer in the same place..

I am so sorry that I have given my heart....

But ... I'm still proud, this man you've dumped has at least been your way of changing your life...

that's all I can give in lieu of my time accompanying you on the road,pick up and even buy a fry on Sunday night I can't help it because I want to be bigger to see you standing in your robes and toga of pride...

Halloo.......

Hallooo......

ah your voice is still the same but now it's different.

SERIATE.....

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greetings

Writer

Kinara Riswari