The Medieval Tale

It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. 

I have seen the new moon, but not you. 

I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. 

The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. 

I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. 

Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. 

I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. 

Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and especially the night. 

The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you. 

~Sir William Thatcher to Jocelyn~

Contemplation

People will grow up for sure

but when it comes to the sentence of love

people loved being childish

They are wearing couple's clothes when they are happy

and they will be blocking their account each other when they are breaking up

That's why love has a hierarchy, thus who playing around with the love will never get mature and worried about its solitary lifestyle

Yeah, people always find himself on the verge of forgetting that

If the truth is cruel

Then a lie must be sweet

Panggung Sandiwara Implisit

Waktu yang disia-siakan

Jam tidur yang dielakkan

kelopak mata yang mulai menghitam

Sementara,

taukah kau bahwa letih itu untuk sedikit menopang bebanmu?

 harapan yang disia-siakan

sugesti yang kau rendahkan

opini yang masuk telinga kiri keluar telinga kanan

Sementara,

adakah sedikit kepercayaan dari pada egomu?

gunjingan yang dicoretkan pada kertas kosong

kau sodorkan dengan dada membusung

amarah tersirat mengikisi hati

kata yang membekas luka dan laku menoreh lara

Sementara,

apakah kau masih dipihakku?

Sungguh Kahlil Gibran "hidup adalah panggung sandiwara"