After Love Has Gone Poem by Filip Yong2

True love maybe the most wonderful thing,
Many people wish to have it for living happy,
I try to get what i must be,
At last not all things i dream i get.

Like a feather in the sky,
Flying without right direction to reach its destiny,
Myself become confused just to find it,
Hurting my heart without asking,
'Is it hurt? '

Memories still live in my life,
Sticking in my heart just to remind myself not to forget them,
Why and why...
Never find reasons about the hurts that they give to me.

After love has gone for months,
Must have been so torn apart for myself,
Seems like never find where i'm from again,
Looking the stars shine slowly,
Just to kill the time that passes by.

Now...
I'm hurt...
Hurt so deep...
What can i do for now?
Not so many things...
Only pray and hope that i can...

For: My past