dear from the past
who caused storm in my castle,
wishing the memories i had with you isn't traumatic,
not bitter but rather sweet and is worthy of remembrance
that i could cling on until now
hoping foremost not meeting your shadow
and not noticed it
because it only brought me thunder;
a thunderstorm i thought i could not survive.
what a shame meeting you in your destination
what a hurtful memory yet lesson learned scene you've brought me in
that makes me stood up by myself
despite the mess,
to face the storm and wanting for summer all by myself
and that for making you pay for the loss and damages you have made.
what a shame for having you in my past
and what a blessing it has been
for making me realize my price.
