The wind blew strong,
So fast that it was turning into a typhoon.
It went to north, suddenly to south,
East and west, so unpredictable.
Just like the wind that blew strong,
I couldn’t even think precise.
Why did I feel this way? I was confused and puzzled.
And the wind even affected our relationship.
I asked myself, “It isn’t the right thing to do,
“I should not be with you, it is wrong.”
Did I wake up from a dream?
Or did I just have a nightmare?
And then I asked for a space,
I needed think more about it.
I should have end this,
But it would hurt us.
I should find the true happiness,
But it would hurt you.
“Am I crazy?” I asked.
“No,” I respond.
What I was thinking was the best thing to do,
To end the game that we started.
And yes the rain started to fall again.
After that strong wind, the sky cried.
It shed its tears in our hearts,
Because my decision is final.
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