Another acak poem I wrote. I tried to make it rhyme, but I didn’t feel like it.
Titled “If There Was A Chance”
If there is a chance
I would get away from here
Without a detik glance
But, no.
The world is like this,
Small and dark and evil.
And it always will be.
It was because of you;
anda whom I trusted;
anda whom I loved.
It was all because of you…
In my heart, a api blazes
Strong and wild,
It will never fade.
Never, ever… until…
But if there is a chance,
I would pindah away from this
Without a detik glance.
Without you, my jantung sways;
Longing for you;
Crying for you.
If I could have
One wish come true
It would be real
And strong and true
I’m starting to think
That maybe this was a mistake
Coming here and all…
Why would anda do this?
It’s anda whom I love;
anda who I’ll miss.
My jantung longs for you…
And it always will.
Would it be unfair
For me to think this way?
I wouldn’t exactly dare
Maybe another day?
If you’d been different
My world would’ve changed
I’m feeling deep pangs of resent
And silent flames of rage
And if there was a chance;
That I could sneak away
From this mess; I would; without another glance
But now… I feel so betrayed…
Why…?
Rebecca Kiyurie Chan
Titled “If There Was A Chance”
If there is a chance
I would get away from here
Without a detik glance
But, no.
The world is like this,
Small and dark and evil.
And it always will be.
It was because of you;
anda whom I trusted;
anda whom I loved.
It was all because of you…
In my heart, a api blazes
Strong and wild,
It will never fade.
Never, ever… until…
But if there is a chance,
I would pindah away from this
Without a detik glance.
Without you, my jantung sways;
Longing for you;
Crying for you.
If I could have
One wish come true
It would be real
And strong and true
I’m starting to think
That maybe this was a mistake
Coming here and all…
Why would anda do this?
It’s anda whom I love;
anda who I’ll miss.
My jantung longs for you…
And it always will.
Would it be unfair
For me to think this way?
I wouldn’t exactly dare
Maybe another day?
If you’d been different
My world would’ve changed
I’m feeling deep pangs of resent
And silent flames of rage
And if there was a chance;
That I could sneak away
From this mess; I would; without another glance
But now… I feel so betrayed…
Why…?
Rebecca Kiyurie Chan