Biography of Missy Melita
I'm just an ordinary girl that live in words. I'm dreaming of becoming a social journalist or a writer, and write things. I've been writing poems since junior high school, and it has been nearly a passion to me.
please take a look on my poems, and leave any kind of footsteps before you left.
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Missy Melita Poems
Into The Wild
Long for the ride of a passion, Out of home, for an obsession, Face the rivers, scars the hills, Always memorize desire can kill.
Farewell To Elizabeth
It takes too hard for me Just to make sure That I have someone Whom I could call a friend.
The Same Rhymes
The rhyme of a friend Is what you always hum in your heart, And there will be no when You and her in a different part.
Just For A Day
Now you've lied. All you need is to confess. I lost my faith, I lost you.
No one knows about destiny. But whatever it is… It does fairly.
A Letter For Mother
Her bloom... Her blossom... Spreads everywhere... Her gloom... Her painful... Overflows everywhere...
Love Remains For Hundred Years.
Surely I have no fear, For you with me, my dear. Though I may not hear, I believe your love is near.
Thou Is My Love Letter
Thou wave and the pasture painted green, Thou speak and fairness ready to win. Thou finger and flowers stand to bloom, Thou sob and seas blaze in gloom.
Though I had the pain, And all emotions were spoiled, I still hunt crazily, For a single blissful spot,
I Fly To You
When I hear the moon sings, I imagine when you sing to me. When I see the stars around me, I wonder where you are.
Before You Leave
I always pray for you. I always want to know deeper about you. I always afraid about farewell.
Kiss The Rain
The rain is falling down, And I'm carried away, Into the tenderness, And voice of its song,
One A True
and she takes the deepest bow, in front of the rainbow. sticking her life in a jigsaw,
Moments collapsed behind me, All had gone, all had faded. I was once as frail as weed, Today I am permanent as a tree.
A Letter For Mother
Her bloom... Her blossom...
Her gloom... Her painful...
If I can really see...
What is in her sight...
And whole her soul...
What she shows outside...