Wednesday, 26 August 2015

If I am wrong, I don't know what right is.

There's no story, no memories, no much to tell,
In fact I can't express words the way it supposed to be
It's just strange, as we met only once,
But I feel like you always been,
a part taken away from me,
So even if I try to change places, 
countries, cities, 
there's no place I would rather be indeed 
Cos I know you can make me see life clear,
The world as it really is,
The love as it should be.
If I am wrong, 
I don't know what right is.