He loves music
every pieces of those beautiful harmony
every breath that he took, never feel so far from the name of music.
He loves music, so much.
And he said to me again and again.
He loves photography
every angle that he took seems so beautifully
about the city, sea, and every part of the world he could see.
He loves photography,
he loves art,
and he said to me again and again.
But he never loves me,
he never felt the way i felt
he never knew what's behind my eyes everytime i saw him
he never realized what's behind my heart everytime i heard anything about him.
He never knew that i loved him very bad.
He never ask why moreover knowing the truth behind it all.
He always hiding,
from the fact that i love him, again and again
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Po(rdinary)etry
PoetryHanya sekumpulan kecil dari puisi dan sajak dan mungkin beberapa penggalan cerita yang terlintas di benakku. Mungkin bisa mewakilkan perasaanku dan perasaanmu, yang membaca tulisan-tulisan kecil ini. Belong to everyone who gave me the inspiratio...
