[Poetry] Not a Place of Runaway

Wake up in the cold morning.
The rainwater wetting a window.
But your face is there.
Remind me about your betrayal.


It's not too bad.
Cause someday the sun will come.
Gives a light and a color of my life.
And the pain will disappear.


And one thing you never know.
My love for him.
It's not a place of runaway.
But he is the SUN.


His ear won't ever bored to hear my grievances and my sigh.
His hand won't ever tired to erase my tears.
I don't care.
Although he incest with you.

[own Narrative story] THE LIL GIRL AND THE CAT

*I'm trying to write a narrative story in school. Grammar and tense are still bad*