It's cold outside...like da way I'm feelin' inside

I MISS U ALL THE WAY

Somehow I still feel I'm left

By a lovely friend I knew

But who knows if it's the best

Maybe God wants to send me a better

somebody new

But sometimes my tears still melt

'Cause I'm missing someone like you

I create this poem for my friend whose birthday is August 18

It's all over and I felt like a winner... at least, I told u the truth. I thought I will really leave u after that. I felt so happy for a couple of days... but then... eveytime I see u I see all the good times we had.

Aku benci temen2 cowokmu dan aku juga benci kamu. Tapi aku pengen punya temen kayak kamu yang dulu,

yang nggak bencong dan ngajak aku pulang bareng,

yang percaya sama aku dan nganggep aku secret case-nya,

yang terus-terusan nyuruhin aku diet,

yang dateng ke aku hanya untuk bercanda,

yang nunjukkin kalo sebenernya dia peduli waktu aku sedih,

dan yang hanya tersenyum manis walaupun aku sedang berbuat bodoh.

Aku benci kamu. Tapi setiap aku ketemu kamu, aku inget semua hal indah yang cuma kita b2 yang tau, dan aku masih pengen nangis...setiap aku liat kamu.

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