I was rode over,
although I was clearly sober,
and realized I can't be killed that easy,
it was nice to have someone believes me.
But now, I'm running,
you can't handle it,
I'm flying,
and they're no longer the king.
You look upset,
to see consietedly strength that I get,
and throw some disputes on me,
so I get nothing left literally.
Just ... forgive me because of,
everything I've got,
all of the confidence on me,
'cause you're no longer the queen who can take it easily.
9 September 2018
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Untai Aksara Tentang Kita
PoetryKamu, aku, dan dunia ini, kita datang lalu pergi, iringi masa bersama sunyi, dalam juita yang pegari dan tak lagi. Akankah sang asa abadi, dapat jadi lebih dari, sekadar khayali?
