Can't Have You

Can't Have You
What happened to the block?


Sunday, December 05, 2021 precisely at 11.09 Where the continuation of the question of the sape girl related Title Poem "Kandas" to Ovan. Ovan had uploaded the poem to his Chennel deacon (youtube) D'psychopath in the evening and early morning the girl was shocked by the time she woke up in the morning and opened her phone and saw Chat In Group his name was Grandson H. Usman's.


The group was a collection of his only cousins all and his adek-adak. That group of sape girls find out the new poem that ovan Upload in his youtobe. Sape girl was very surprised when she saw and read the chat from her cousin then she rushed to open her youtube because she was curious about the content of the poem entitled *kandas*


After a few minutes he immediately turned the poem with an unwell heart and trembling body. but at the beginning of the poem he felt himself being offended but in the middle of the poem he felt and thought maybe not him but someone else. And finally he chatted Ovan asked the poem.


But Ovan did not read and did not reply. And finally at 11.09 ovan new response with a reply Please see the description vidio his boss, do not be too overthinking so my people do not like you like this, so people do not be so well.


After he responded to it in the direct hit Whatshap the girl. Sape girl wonder why she blocked Whatshapnya? What was? What did I do? Then the sape girl all day her heart is not good she just lay alone without going anywhere.


His mood was no longer calm. Because I thought about that incident. She kept on fidgeting and feeling her like no one was alive at the time. Because suddenly ovan dropped without saying goodbye.


Sape girl often play vidio there is a deacon youtube her good ovan she again relaxed, again what even want to sleeppun she had to turn the poem ovan first can just closed her eyes. If not then he can not sleep if not play first the poem by Ovan.


As for the content of the poem Titled "candas" Loving you is a deep bliss. An empty heart is now filled with you knocking with greetings. A beautiful smile is always attractive when the eyes are closed. Your sharp eyes conquered this heart to the point of sinking.


You brought back a world that seemed lost, a soul and a heart that once felt barren. Now back to growing shady and hopefully not expose the wounds that will be remembered.


The gloomy face that was once attached to the appearance of being blissful. May it be eternal and never forget, with you I want to hold maya in the least without pause.


This curtain of hearts will never again open for lurking because I want only you who I have always inhabited. In the waiting of the storm comes and turns I hope will not be sirnah a taste that grows in the heart.


Lover.....? My lamb in a dream wants to hold you in real. You're living in the closet not disappearing in the blink of an eye. If love were born without regard to caste, Really...!! It's beautiful if together blessed the whole universe.


But the wound came to say hello without excuse, when I heard the phrase your parents did not approve of the loss of hope that I had been pouring, now the flower now the beetle is no longer willing.


The clear sky was now cloudy drizzling spoiled. Pointing incessantly, I do not think tepis when you say goodbye to cry broken hearts like a sliced clot.


I never thought so briefly that we were so adrift that I thought the fabric of love would only be separated by death. I haven't had a chance to sail a shipwreck in the middle of the sea of dreams that once seemed real, now as if covered by fog.


The roar of tears releases you with a wave of tears I wish to be broken and bitterly dashed while I still want to stare at you with a smile, sweet is so difficult and remove the roots of love that is already chronic.


Like dried leaves dragged by the wind to and fro. Not necessarily the direction where to treat the heart wound that is denied, still imprint your heart when in the fingernail. I pray in your happy prayer all day long.


The history of fighting written in the poetry of the word of taste only remains as a dark memory of the tormenting. Now that the fragile and bland heart is yielding to the almighty, let me weep and moan in prose.


In prayer I accompany you with him. He is the second choice of your parents, as the port of your heart rests on being together. Spoken incessantly humming prayer so that you are always happy.


Goodbye, sweetheart, I'm willing to let you go. I am fragile in keeping until you are taken, Love now me and you remain empty grip.


I crashed and now in your heart I'm just a dreg. Goodbye good luck with him.


From his habit of hearing the music video of poetry made by ovan girl sape into his habit of having to listen to the voice of the poet was only able to sleep with a calm heart.


Ovan's voice is like a sleeping pill for him when he misses ovan. Because now communication between sape and ovan girls does not exist and does not greet as many times as in the past.


Now these two men have no news and Ovan never unblock Whatshap the girl. That girl named arni she was running her days as usual, but there when he was in the lapse of his busy days wanted to greet him because he stopped them first every day at all times must be together.


What happened to the block?


Is this block one way to decide our friendship? He asked when he was alone. Or does he not want to know me anymore? Or forget me forever?


Maybe the reason she blocked me was because she had another boyfriend? Or a new friend to forget that his old friend can not give happiness to him? Ah, every time he already had a lover who could make him laugh, forget all the sadness in his heart maybe even that could lead him to meet his parents.


Arni sudan's mind is no longer good, he was very hurt because Ovan never opened his Whatshap block and even his family who lived with him did not want a response and did not appreciate the slightest when the sape girl greeted him in Whatshap.


He wanted to know how Ovan was never again telling him. So he decided to find out. Uh, her family and her are the same.