i've asked the mirror a thousand time,
ask to why it feels so hard,
to put a side my emotional pain,
to do what's right for the heart.
i've convinced myself that time is fake,
and that it only rips me apart,
that no one could ever be as good,
as you, my work of art.
i've mastered the way of moving on,
i've tried to look afar,
and even if they couldn't compare,
at least i'm not trapped in the dark.
i've learned to realize my past mistake,
by holding onto a scar,
and now moving forward i rest my case,
i'll take care of my bleeding heart.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
pesan tak sampai
Puisijujur, selama aku sakit hanya tulisan dan curhat menjadi teman sejati. bagi aku, manusia hanya mendengar tapi jauh sekali memahami. tulisan menjadi sesi romantis dengan diri sendiri. dengan tulisan, aku rasa bebas. biarlah semua pergi dengan luahan...
