TRAFFIC

TRAFFIC

Its funny how un-important things reminding me of you,

I’m in the traffic rite now, the script still singing my favorite song that keeps reminding me of you on radio.

Remember when we both got stuck in the traffic? Remember when your face turned so ugly because you’re tired and fed up already? You were joking around with your ‘not so funny jokes’ a WHOLE TRAFFIC! HAHAHAHA, those silly times.

I wish you’re still mine, we could laugh, sing, and doing ‘not so important things’ along the traffic and next thing we knew we’re not stucked anymore.

I used to love being in the traffic with you because there’s a reason that could make me stay longer beside you.

But now, I’m alone…

No more laughing, singing, and joking. I used to put my head on your shoulder when I’m tired and bored because of the traffic, but now? Where do you think I should put my head on?

P.s : still missing all the things that we’ve been through together, I wish someone could

Replace you, but WHO?!