@Greating 26 September 2020 edited

Little Poetry of Love

Lately, hm .. Maybe to be precise in the last few weeks I started to often dwell in front of the laptop. And of course, every time I come back to the laptop the first thing I tell you is just the insignificant remarks about the reason why I'm writing or something. And it seems, my fingers are really stiff when I start typing on this flat from post page. Yes, a little confiding in my heart about the beginning and finally becoming a habit that is good in my opinion. But there is a little different because obviously I really like poetry, because poetry can represent a mood with words that are raging at that time. It feels like after how long I was here I didn't make or enter the poetry that I had made, maybe this is a good time I want to include my poetry in my writing this time, even though the meaning doesn't mean much to other people but has released a piece of heartache for today. WHAT'S WITH MY HEART? *Saturday, December 26, 2020* *Sometimes...* *This heart is still often overgrown with jealousy qualities ...* *Want to be happy for the fun of others ..* *But he denied it ...* *Want to smile with the smiles of others ...* *But jealousy rejects it ...* *Sometimes...* *This thought still doesn't accept ...* *Seeing the success of others ...* *Enjoy his happiness ...* *What is wrong with me...* *What's with my heart ...* *And what's with my faith ...* *Should I still be jealous?* *To those who smile because of the world* *Should I still be jealous?* *To those who are happy because of the world ...* *What is wrong with me...* *What's with my heart ...* Don't laugh at it please, because right now, I am in a jealous mood. Yes, jealous of the word love for someone I love but I have not and will not be able to express that I love him. PS: For someone. - **I love you** -