December..
What my heart remember is the pain in my chest and the sound of my regrets...
There are no days I wouldn't cry but a number of days when I smile...
I've always wanted to lean on someone and ease my burden I felt for eveyone.. Just one hug, then it'll do.. Comfort me I ask of you..
The yearning of my voice to speak and be heard of my complaints is what awaits to "that person".. To "that person" will be "my reason"..
Days have passed and time has tick.. My hope is running out for it'll make me sick... I have longed enough for what is tough....