Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
Someday,
all will be discovered
He’ll be caught
persecuted, like he’s always deserved
You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch
It’s one hell of a scary piece of art.
It’s not about being rude for the sake of it.
It’s showing the face behind the mask,
no make-up but scars.
Let’s see who sticks around,
Sometimes your blood runs cold
at the sight before you
You may be bold
spitting out what’s true
Pent-up anger inside
Once in a while,
It’s only a few steps away
just to get to you
yet it also feels like miles
perhaps even days
that I have to go through
What is it with people like you?
You treat everything a competition,
all in the name of public acknowledgment.
You flaunt your fortunes,
clearly fishing for compliments.
Are you ready
to be what you’ve always wanted
like dreams inside your head
instead of nightmares causing dread?
Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it's entertainment
a pause
a question for a cause
a bouquet of flowers
a colour represents
a message that says:
“let’s just be friends”
I found your old letter
while removing some clutters
I read it again
and felt a slight jab of pain
You said you were sorry
Oh, you only mean so well
Of course, with the same old lines
Such familiar lies
while saving your own face
is always your best interest
Backstabbers are such cowards
They spread lies
but they can’t harm this already broken heart
and I’ve got no more tears left to cry
Say it to my face
