I found myself panting above the pale sand
my breathe stop blowing the cold winter
and my jacket teared with burned holes
i found myself swimming in the cold water
and the pieces of ice pierced through my skin
I kept swimming until i reach your castle
and i found myself seeking your smile
on how strong i swam across the hurt.
I found myself destroying the map to your castle
I found myself stop spending time in cold winter
I trailed my perfect sailing scores,
And im unsurprised to realize,
I've always been this bored.
And so I walk alone above the cold snow
And I'm unsurprised to see crimson spied my trails,
and I watched you crumble,
Maybe because I'm your first,
But sometimes I want to be the crimson of gryffindor,
And not the golden of lion.
Always the fool, always the noble,
when the crimson dried out
my skin glitter with a blue hue
like your love i can taste in the catalyst of earth
you would lay me down and mourn me
and when you return to your castle
you will mourn not because you knew me
But because you never know me.
And your memories of me
are the purplish glitter of midnight stars.
All your knights form a shadow around your enraged silhouette.
You say, you'll never understand
how I keep choosing golden
chasing the euphoria of pedestal
too different from you
But all these times
I just keep all the burn away from you
The truth taste like copper on your tounge
That my identity revolves around the golden carpet
and the glitters that is pouring from you
-a.
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