SOFTSKILL B.INGGRIS: Poetry

Gloomy


She was crying when it started to rain
She couldn’t help her feeling anymore
She talking to the mirror
Do not push yourself, that’s all what in her mind

While she was sleeping, someone came into her dream
The boy was holding her hand when she fell
She was trying to reach him when he ran away
But all she did was meaningless

Day after day has passed
She was trying to get used to accept the reality
Death was inevitable
And the best thing she could do is to let go


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