my own fairy tale that has no end

I'm walking down in memories

bcz, that's the only remains I have left

time goes on, faster than my steps

further than what I've learned

my memory can't save every pieces of the tale

a fairy tale that push me into it

a beautiful tale I've ever could dream of

time was like spinning so fast

that now, I'm only saving memories pieces

my "fairy tale" like memories

It feels like, ur favorite author

the one that u wait coming up with new tales

unreasonably stop writing

I wait, and I wait while reading all the old tale

I wait, and I wait till things are hard to believe

the tale, isn't coming yet

my "fairy tale" like memories,

I'm holding it in my hands

I'm keeping it right in my heart

I'm thinking of it in every seconds I have

bcz, that's the only thing I can do

and I'll be doing it untill the pieces are complete

and my puzzle will be finally complete

then don't call it memories no more

 will u write another tale?

I wrote this poem on July, 15th 2010