thursday. a gloomy day , covered with despair and sorrow.
why must there be doubt, and insecurity.
why must my past affect us. when yours never did.
i have nothing left for me,
as i've gave you my soul and flesh,
my skin and bones.
but seems , it's still not good enough.
when come moon,
we fight over the yesterday's sun.
when come sun,
we still kill each other ,
for yesterday's done.
why .. . .. .