Tentang Rumah pada 3 Agustus 20155

Pagi ku ditemani senyum hangat
Menyapa hari di antara tegukan segelas susu coklat
Hingga pulang pun didamba
Satu per satu menguraikan asa

Kira- kira begitulah cara ku memandang rumah dulu

Sampai mentari akhinya ditutupi awan kelabu

Hujan selalu ku harap turun agar kembalikan pelangi

Sayangnya ia tak pernah datang menggantikan badai

Bernapas di bawah atap yang sama namun penuh sesak

Rasanya berbanding terbalik dengan luas yang semakin memberi jarak

Aku pikir aku akan kedinginan sampai mati rasa

Seiring gemuruh halilintar yang memakan akal sehat lalu menelannya

Tapi ku sadar aku hanya punya diriku sendiri

Untuk itu aku berhenti meringkuk lalu bangun berdiri

Sambil menepis kenangan hangat palsu aku meraih gagang pintu

Dan detik itu pula terhampar di pelupuk mata jalan berliku menjanjikan rumah baru

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Once upon every night

I misread the map and forget to say But you brushed it with “it’s okay, I prefer we took the long way” You smiled and let the music play How can you avoiding the right turn Makes my stomach burn Maybe it’s because the wheel speed doesn’t really match my heartbeat The one goes slow, the other one is overflow All we do is screaming out To the old song you like Our voice is tone deaf and sounds horrible At the moment I realized that my feeling is in trouble I cursed at the crowded street That you seemed to enjoy every bit It’s the way that you never think twice To not let me be alone under the night lights Maybe it gives me shiver More than the way you open the door Or bringing close my dinner Now you ended up being more than a blur

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Today I Took It Off For Good

You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone

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It's About Time, Bil

I might be the most stubborn hot-headed person you will ever met, I might have the most annoying laugh you will ever heard, I might never stopped talking until your ears blown off. Believe it or not, there is another person who is as stubborn as me with the similar taste of jokes and complex thoughts. But she is way smarter with words, that I always feel like my writing will never be good enough compared to hers. She complained about how rarely I show my affection towards our friendship through my writing or my random post on instagram. To say that I don't have enough good pictures with her is just a mere excuse because I can simply write my feelings out like I did for my other close friends. But when it comes to her, I never feel like my written word is ever enough. She is a much brilliant writer than I ever be, and most of the time I feel like my words didn't do justice to describe it; to describe how she can be infuriating with her anger & big fire towards injustice of t...

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