The thief left in behind; the moon at my window.
Even if everything is lost, we will always have our love.
No thief, no illness can take away our love.
Our love is the moon.
Alamak, sejak bila pulak aku minat puisi ni. Puisi macamni pulak tu. Adesss. Putus fius aku ni. Habis aku kena gula dengan para pembaca. Naaaa. Who cares anyway, ia menunjukkan sebatu - batu aku tau jugak puisi. Ha-ha-ha. Actually, I stumbled across this not too long ago. Nampak menarik so aku abadikan dalam tempat ni. Bila aku baca ulang - ulang rasa macam nak muntah pelangi pulak. Peh. And bila cerita pasal thief, teringat pulak pasal Kaito Kid. Okay, out lah. Nak baca komik Detective Conan. Lame gila tak baca.
p.s:
This feeling is an illusion created by myself, known that there is nothing really happen. But we actually need it, and lying is the best way to handle a hurtful truth. I can actually lie to myself. A great liar indeed. And also a coward.
