The Last Page

December, thirty-first

All beautiful moments will be kept.

Eleven hours and fifty nine minutes

All bad memories will remain secrets.

For this year, twenty seventeen

Now has come to an end

I am forever thankful,

Forever be grateful,

Despite all the sadness and tears.

Still I had fun, joy and adventures.

“To this year I say goodbye

For next year I see in my eye

A year full of fun, joy and laughter

I will certainly be older, oh dear

So many days to be all mine,

I know for sure the sun will always shine!”

I place myself in a new fresh blank page

Where I can write and save

my stories and memories.

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The Poet Girl

People who knows or follows me on my social accounts, whenever they sees me they call me the “Poet Girl”. I know they read some of my writings. I know I should be happy that they’re reading it. But somehow why do I feel embarrassed? Embarrassed of what they thought about me? Perhaps I would say yes. They probably thought that I have too much drama in my life. I am depressed. I am broken hearted. I am sad. I am lonely. I am alone and living in my own world.