Poem..

This is my poetry, just an ordinary poetry. I wrote this when I was on the ITL examination.

The Ended Game

I cannot taste your voice
like speaking to the air
never get the fair
although many caring boys

wait and just waiting
until the fortune stands beside me
now this soul belongs to you, darling
and taste your voice is still be my hoping

but why...why the clouds become dark
like my pure heart becomes black
I cannot see sun flowers in the park
my eyes is too murky and lack

these tears are dancing through the cheek
cannot stop easily
just you only you oh my beautiful peak
can drive me sad and happy

over the summer, the happiness come again
I am glad, so glad until a devil shows its smoke
so hurt, so pain, outside my plan
your game is ended and forever broke