This
music
will
poisoning
my head
eternally,
until
I
become
a
dirty
soil
to
you.
Then
you
will step
on myself,
whisper to me
sweet
nonsense,
to
my ears,
but
I know
the truth
from
your
miserable
eyes.
Then
I
keep
your
bones
eternally
with
mine.
Just us,
together.
Together
tonight.
And
forever.
-blackwing-
YOU ARE READING
Otak (Puisi)
Poetry[Just a little thousand thoughts in my head.] . . . just sharing some poems that I made from my weird brain.
