this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do anda think?
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If anda cinta him,
Tell him so.
If anda cinta him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I cinta you,
I’ve told anda so.
And if anda cinta me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I cinta you,
I’ve told anda so.
And if anda cinta me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if anda cinta him,
Tell him so.
If anda cinta him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If anda cinta him,
Tell him so.
If anda cinta him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I cinta you,
I’ve told anda so.
And if anda cinta me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I cinta you,
I’ve told anda so.
And if anda cinta me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if anda cinta him,
Tell him so.
If anda cinta him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
inch oleh inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
kupu-kupu of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to cinta it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My cinta is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my bunga still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget anda although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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