Sometimes I wish,
I can make a hole into the ground,
So no one can find me around,
As I grow up along,
I realized it for once,
Thought to disappear just for grudge,
But the one that you really want,
Was about to being found.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: Once a Little Word
PoetryLife is full of curiosity. When someone involved in something out there, I wonder how would they think. How will they react to it. Though nothing was serious. But I still wonder.
