My First Hijab - Poem by Rhienny Hijriah
The things makes me looks beautiful.
Thats what you had seen at our fist sight F.
you don’t know the truth that I’m not used it on my daily.
At our 2nd we’ve meet, I open my hijab. To show you the truth.
I don’t want to lie on you. I wanna show u who I am.
I wanna getting closed on U, if u don’t mind.
Please breaking all the wall between us.
Open all the door that u’ve locked.
I wanna check in at foursquare, located at your heart.
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