I
am a book of drawings
Longtime
companion, gladly own ever since
July
23rd,
She
was there all night readings book and sipping the hot coffee
It
must be two in the morning and yet she still wide awake
There
is something different about her, that day.
She
trying hard to looks happy
but
deep inside it is all gloomy and doom
I’ve
never seen her like this before.
It’s
pretty obvious someone has hurt her.
She’s
broken
She’s
sad
Tried
to fix thing that are not meant to be fixed.
She
reached me out of sudden,
Pick
up a pencil and start to sketch something on me
Probably
trying to sum up all her emotion through this
It’s
was beautiful but completely empty
The
sorrowness
Disappointment
Is
clearly picturized
I
wish I could hug her
And
whisper words of wisdom
Breathe, Shazwani
It’s
just a bad day
Not
a bad life
As
I will always be
Your
forever and more
Sketches. -NRSHZ