Poetry | Prose

He Is My Exception


I’m not really

a fan of things going on

in this phenomena.

Cos  I know deep down in me,

It’s just like

a stupid star

to reach for.

Though

In all principles I have,

He made an exception.

He always an exception.

He really do.

I do

and

I say

things

that only him

knows.

For he is

my treasure box.

That beyond

the

boundaries

I made.

I’m still

the  one

who

will broke

it

for

He

is

my

exception.

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