Ok,so I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to write a Huddy poem...I hope anda find it good...This is my first Huddy poem and it's from Cuddy's POV.
Find me
I was waiting for anda to find me,
Thought it would be easier to wait
Somehow it wasn't and anda weren't there,
Although I did have fate.
I thought nothing else was going on,
I thought anda liked me,seems I was wrong.
What do I have now, nothing,
I'm just thinking about anda all hari long.
When I thought that was it,
We are never going to be together,
Just then anda reach to Ciuman me,
Just then anda make it all better.
Guess anda had found me, but somehow
I was lebih Lost than before,
I don't know where we are now,
But we're not Ciuman anymore.
Here I am floating between land and sky,
I don't see nothing, don't hear any sound.
I know nothing except to hope,
Hope one hari you'll bring me to the ground.
Thanks for reading!!!
Find me
I was waiting for anda to find me,
Thought it would be easier to wait
Somehow it wasn't and anda weren't there,
Although I did have fate.
I thought nothing else was going on,
I thought anda liked me,seems I was wrong.
What do I have now, nothing,
I'm just thinking about anda all hari long.
When I thought that was it,
We are never going to be together,
Just then anda reach to Ciuman me,
Just then anda make it all better.
Guess anda had found me, but somehow
I was lebih Lost than before,
I don't know where we are now,
But we're not Ciuman anymore.
Here I am floating between land and sky,
I don't see nothing, don't hear any sound.
I know nothing except to hope,
Hope one hari you'll bring me to the ground.
Thanks for reading!!!
When does Cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? Cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what Cinta was and not what it has been made into today sejak commercialisation from American Filem and Televisyen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Cinta for real, can we komen and judge others who are in Love. Cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.