Treasure Island

Putri Misnia Shary Bahri (Shania)


If the love meant to be broken


If the love meant to be broken
will the wound ever heal?
Will the heart be unlocked?
Will the heart have a secure place?
Why do fear hard to be free when the
heart is wounded with sore
Is it worth of sacrificing hopes
Walk through dusty windy air
Walk through rainy fall
Just to reach to him on the other side
Just to hear his heartbeat
Just to lay you on his chest
hearing his heartbeat felt alive

With the tinder of a kisses
With a warm comfort in his embrace
Why the laughter of excitement
of smile fade away?


When you bury a lot of
pain sore of lost
When you lost the one you
love pure from the heart
Happiness there was no more
When silent remaining with no word
Only distance place us apart

Why did you let go?
As the heart has heal
But you break it again
Do you even think of me?
Do you even missed me?
Caused I do so

Its best to keep quite like a silent
tears bursting in some-point
You pray for hope to open his heart
to seek the meaning

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013

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