Yes, I love our quick fairytale, even if it meant nothing to you at all. You never knew those nights I dreamt, those mornings when I daydreamed, or the little prayers I slipped. I thought your presence was only imaginary, I was wrong. But, who cares? Now it ends.
YOU ARE READING
fatamorgana
PoetryMungkin aku terlalu giat menghadirkan tinta pada secarik kertas, sehingga ia tumpah dan memenuhi seluruh bahagian. Tanpa kusedari bahawa tak ada lagi celah untuk aku menulis.
