The
story of the
pages we are always opened,
I write with blue ink - ink that always accompany my night,
just like you to be a friend in my life.
I write with heart and read while remembering that moment.
Fantasize, feel the movements you're doing at the time.
Trying to remember how to form a smile and when you smile forehead furrow.
Try fingering the time,
at the moment we embrace silence
and only two pairs of eyes that speak the language,
secret language between me and you.
Fingers by fingers do not stop to open and write on the sheets.
Open-open on the same page,
Convinced that the story about you and about us always tasted sweet
Miss, sometimes a bitterness while reading the story of us.
Screams like an unbearable disappointment.
Heart like a scratch incision.
Rancid, such as paper 60s.
But still do not feel bitter,
because of you are still sweet,
sweet as the story we have to taste the bitterness though.
Do not want to erase the story,
all I want is to keep writing about you ..
about us ..
I write with blue ink - ink that always accompany my night,
just like you to be a friend in my life.
I write with heart and read while remembering that moment.
Fantasize, feel the movements you're doing at the time.
Trying to remember how to form a smile and when you smile forehead furrow.
Try fingering the time,
at the moment we embrace silence
and only two pairs of eyes that speak the language,
secret language between me and you.
Fingers by fingers do not stop to open and write on the sheets.
Open-open on the same page,
Convinced that the story about you and about us always tasted sweet
Miss, sometimes a bitterness while reading the story of us.
Screams like an unbearable disappointment.
Heart like a scratch incision.
Rancid, such as paper 60s.
But still do not feel bitter,
because of you are still sweet,
sweet as the story we have to taste the bitterness though.
Do not want to erase the story,
all I want is to keep writing about you ..
about us ..
I
myself never
really understand, you somehow gave me the inspiration to keep writing. first, write about you
being my opium.
do not force me to
stop, because my
fingers are still so fingers dancing lightly
write everything that comes into my mind. and stupidly,
the entire contents of my mind is, you
kunjungan balik, terima kasih :)
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ReplyDeletethx ya atas kunjungannya :)
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