Bitterness is like a sickness.
At first the symptoms are mild.
Over time they fester and get worse.
Left untreated it spreads to others.
cinta is the only cure.
Certain and for sure.
As if my words are of the pure.
But it doesn't matter.
Because I know.
I walked in that shadow.
I've been down that road.
I can't be angry with anyone.
No matter how hard I try.
All I can do if there intentions are to hurt and inflict pain.
Is to put a dinding between us.
Separate my body from my soul.
The jantung follows.
Resting my head upon the gallows.
If anda want it, take it.
But my cinta I own.