The Poor Is Not Visiter

THE POOR IS NOT VISITED

There was crowded when I read a writing
Remember the rhythm of the promise you uttered
The night yesterday, when the heart still you can woo
I say goodbye, you reject raw
Dark night, deeper my heart
The sliced ​​more than often
Ah, I'm tired of crying
let alone have to beg you
I'm STILL CERTAIN
By Syifa Rosaliya

There was crowded when I read a writing
Remember the rhythm of the promise you uttered
The night yesterday, when the heart still you can woo
I say goodbye, you reject raw
Dark night, deeper my heart
The sliced ​​more than often
ah, I'm tired of crying
Especially have to beg you
I did not say anything
See wayang with great scenes
I laughed at my wound
No more, you give me thorns
Why are you sweet to me
If the sweeter you promised her
Not enough with my love alone
or you deliberately become the mastermind of this pain
Combing along the beach
I do not see you following me
Until this is your struggle for me
Not as good as I did to you
Where do you want with a woman like me
Shame you take me, introduce to your friends
No more, you definitely will not
if you want, you must choose me
You forgot the loyalty you promised
Nothing like this is horrible
You remember, but you remember the look on his face
Me, forget it ....
If I write my disappointment tonight
Until the morning is not enough
Even with a thousand apologies
this poem will not culminate - Galaugi's poem, you give me thorns
Why are you sweet to me
If the sweeter you promised her
Not enough with my love alone
Or you deliberately become the mastermind of this pain
Combing along the beach
I do not see you following me
until this is your struggle to me
Not as good as I did to you
Where do you want with a woman like me
Shame you take me, introduce to your friends
No more, you definitely will not
If you want, you must choose me
You forgot the loyalty you promised
Nothing like this is horrible
You remember, but you remember the look on his face
Me, forget it ....
If I write my disappointment tonight
Until the morning is not enough
Even with a thousand apologies
This poem will not culminate