The king of Junk

Those who being missed

miss you
miss being with you
miss acting silly with you
miss exchanging my time with your time

Those who still exists inside me
You are always a part of me
creating a part of my life
I establish my future in the way you affected me

You A Part of Me

That's why I miss you in my reality
That's how you invaded into my teritory
That's when I'd let you have a place in my history
That's where you left a chip in my quality

I am a piece of work each of you took part in

Me, not me without you
Yet me, even only without you
Yes me, still keep my owness
My me, never give up being myself

Then why miss those who being missed out at presernt?
Because they are me. You are me.
Without each of you, I am not me.

posted by junkoba @ 6:37 AM