Catalysts
That was the word I ever named you.
You were this bright little keys
That hold locks to the gap in me
There's always interchanges in your eyes
So you keep evolving until the play is owned by me.
Perhaps you were more like an enzyme
I watched your back thinking of rhymes
I want to be the times in your garden of thymes.
So I create all this theater that sings your themes
Of you and me and you and THE CATALYSTS.
You were, you were.
You were never a capitalists.
Canis major
This is the word I name you now.
Not because you shined the brightest in my eyes.
But simply because you are the burning sun
You were my one sided sun then.
Back then i never knew that sun produce little granuled once a while.
Everytime it's aging.
I feel like we have done doing our parts in letting hydrogen tear us apart.
Here it is,
dear catalyst,
this is the end of my hand holding onto this beautiful kites of us.
I hope it reached out in your sight.
I hope it flies in your vision.
I hope you looked it up in the night.
I hope it burns into nebulas to become a star.
For now you've become one of the stars in my life to look back once in a while.
-a.
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
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