the fridge light washes
this room white,
moon dances over your good side.
this was all we used to need.
tongue-tied like we've never
known, telling stories we've
already told ;
because we don't say what
we really mean.
we're not who used to be.
we don't see what we used to see.
we're just two ghost
standing in a place of
you and me ;
trying to remember
how it feels to have a heartbeat.
- a masterpiece that define me & you.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
De Todoand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
