heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of anda
my tears were hot with cinta
and affection for anda
i want anda so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with anda oleh my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish anda knew me
if only anda were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but bermimpi isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish anda knew who i am
but your cinta i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
anda suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, anda are the penulis of your own life story
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of anda
my tears were hot with cinta
and affection for anda
i want anda so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with anda oleh my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish anda knew me
if only anda were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but bermimpi isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish anda knew who i am
but your cinta i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
anda suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, anda are the penulis of your own life story
anda and Two-bit are sitting on the dipan, sofa watching Mickey mouse and playing around. anda throw jagung meletus, popcorn at him occasionally and he just laughs. anda have been dating for about 4 months now. anda throw a piece of pop jagung and it hits him right in the face, and he turns around slowly, a slight smirk growing on his face as anda begin to giggle. He lunges for anda as he begins to tickle you, but this time anda fight back and playfully wrestle him. anda two roll around wrestling on the floor for about 2 minutes, and anda stop when he ends up on puncak, atas of you. anda look into each others eyes for what feels like forever, and finally he slowly moves his face closer to yours and kisses you. "I cinta anda (Y/N)" he whispers, and leans in for another kiss.
Later that night, anda hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of tempat tidur as anda follow. anda creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as anda do what he instructed
anda sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, anda hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid kemeja and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” anda ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
anda had gotten tired of the New Years Party anda were at, so anda decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” anda laugh as anda look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” anda laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” anda grin as anda lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
anda laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” anda pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” anda roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. anda are you. Without certain things, anda wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t snort when anda laugh, anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t randomly burst into song, anda be you.
If anda weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, cinta and adore.” He smiles as he kisses anda on the cheek.
“Really?” anda ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do anda think this looks?” anda ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” anda ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” anda ask, scrunching your nose.
“But anda also look good in no clothes, if that’s what anda want to know,” he grins at anda like a little kid. “So could anda hurry up so I could see my favorit outfit on you?”