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Sometimes Love Doesn't Enough
So many words unsaid
And the unsaid becomes too late
What do we have other than regret?
I love you, I really do
But sometimes it doesn't enough
So many waiting for tomorrow
And tomorrow becomes more rows
What do we have other than sorrow?
I love you, I really do
But sometimes I should have you
So many questions to be reason
And reason lose its importance
What do we have other than illusion?
I love you, I really do
But sometimes it is hard to keep the promise
When sadness turns to anger
And anger spreads its poison
What do we have other than bitterness?
I love you, I really do
But sometimes it causes a greater pain
When secret becomes distance
And distance stretch us further
What do we have other than doubt?
I love you, I really do
But sometimes I want back my freedom
When night invites the worry
And worry starts to swallow me
What do we have other than shadow?
I love you, I really do
But sometimes it's only lonely
poem
by
Maria Sudibyo
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