at the old room

hey you.
yes, you girl!
don't you hear me?
oh god! my neck throttled, restrain my voice, my song, my poem

she was only several feet from my body
I saw her back, straight to her face, then my eyes dancing on her hair
I bet she didn't realize it
she was too busy and so did I

she didn't make any sound, she keep in silence
my heart was shouting, but she didn't hear it

Mr. wind came to that room, blew that old window also my mind
she wiped her hand cause so cold in that room
so I offering my coat
no, it's just in my mind
she didn't know it, I wanted to be with her although she was with anyone else

she left that room through the big door, she looked at me and say goodbye

she still didn't know it, I love her