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I love to see myself in water.
In ocean of your lovely eyes.
I love when you make me embarrassed.
Shine of your smile can make me rise.
You will not know that I am write for you
because i can't show it, my scars.
They all say the same cliché:
“It’s better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I’ve been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
“Patience is a virtue.”
At least according to you.
“There’s no point in this fight.”
Nothing wrong with patience.
The crowd has never looked so treacherous.
Nobody’s being serious
when it comes to dealing with the virus.
They simply group,
like hopeful fans for some photoshoots,
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
What did that elephant ever do to you?
You’re no human,
such a horrible monster(s),
feeding her with a pineapple,
filled with active firecrackers.
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
He bares his straight, white teeth for a smile
as he greets me with his shy “Hello”,
while I politely nod as I go.
His dark complexion slightly glistens
under the Jakarta morning sun.
I can’t live without you.
You think so, too.
I am lonely now.
So give me your heart and take my love.
Never! Never! Never
Make promises forever.
Every day is basically the same.
We’ve become hamsters in our own spinning wheels.
It’s the familiar, boring game.
We’re going round and round on our heels.
The world’s become a scarier place.
I’m just a number,
not a person,
at least according to them.
If I die as the only one,
then it doesn’t matter.
I’m just a dot in their statistics.
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.