Untitled - 9th April 2016

Black ink on a piece of paper, 

Penned down on what was once blank,

Words of the writer, it made a come back. 

About awhile it has been.

Opportunity was great while it last.

But she realize, she then refused.

What was not in her heart anymore. 

Another one came by.

This might be it.

Moving on, where was the music to my heart? 

It was weird. 

Last night, it drums hardcore enough. It made her sang again.

In all sudden, of all Friday night.

She could agree that sometimes, somedays, everyone need a just a little bit of distraction.
That good kind of distraction she must say. 

I guess it knocked her silly!