In the morning i torn down my walls
which was built by you and me
through the line of our imagination.
it had withstand unassailable fights
over possession was precise.
I'm cleaning out all pictures
which meant a world to me
now stimulates me puke it all out
in front of your branded mask.
The weather even concern about complacement smile from the victor...
You are a lover of your own completeness which consumes you.
i feel so sorry.
2 comments:
triaaaa.. gw link ya blog lo!!
waa, kita sama2 suka berpuisi ((:
tria, tuker link yuu.
-milla-
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