Random #7

Why a random post, AGAIN ? Cause I ran out of idea on what to write. This happen when you're at home and you didn't go out to see the world. 

Of past and a little hope

When you’re unsure of your own feelings

You’ll think deeper

And as you think

You’ll be confuse

Inarticulate emotion

That stuck between of you not believing

Or trying to swallow the reality

Because you are still in the past

Or might think a little too much 

And maybe you haven’t change yet

I mean the feelings

I am stuck at my past, I still have that little hope

Because I believe

Things haven’t change yet.

Anyway that poem was writtern by me. And yeah, I do write poems. But since when ? Duhh. Im getting way too emotional since Im at INTEC. 

haaha, twerkin !