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Perlukah kata-kata yang lahir dari bibir nan mulus

Hendak ku susun santun dan tulus?

Adakah perlu dan harus

menjaga hati mereka yang mengaku qudus

sebelum lidah laju memancung lurus dan rakus

membelah jiwa mereka yang halus?

Berdoalah

perisai jiwaku tak tembus dek caci

harga diri tak kambus dek nista

ikatan roh utuh tak terputus

Selagi terdaya langkah kuterus..

HATE is such a strong word

try LOATHE

Call me, talk to me

You’ll never know what you’ll get from me

Cut me hell just burn me

You’ll see then what you took from me

I hate those who hate to hate me!

The world’s a maze

Eighty eight days of daze

Some black some white

But mostly greys

Jika mimpi itu bunga tidur

Adakah igauan itu durinya?

What is so GOOD about GOODBYES?

Jika hayat jadi taruhan

ku doakan tamat penantian

jika niat jadi ukuran

kuharapkan hilang segala ketentuan

You gave me wings to fly

but you took away the sky

old stuff...

hehe..was sifting through my old stuff..found this here..a long forgotten work of idling in meetings..it's kinda bad reading it again now..but i'll just post em here to remind myself on how not to do this..

Listened to my heart

All I hear is silence

How could I’ve been so stupid

My thoughts turn to violence

I listen to the words

Of a sad sad song

My body aches inside

It feels so so wrong

Is it worth to actually fall in love

If in the end it’ll fall with tears

I pray I wouldn’t be hurt again

Probably I will despite my fears

I used to be open

I could say how I felt inside

When you walked out of my life

That part of me simply died

I put away in a lil box

Love letters galore and written thoughts

I gathered together all the memories

Memories of moments of different sorts

Now the box is on the top shelf

Somewhere hidden from the eye

Soon it will be forgotten

No longer will I have to lie

a night in my head

In the shadow I sit it was void of light,

the waning day seemed still and becomes the night,

passing moments unaware caught creeping by,

alone in my thoughts to wonder why

The moon stood still in the crimson sky,

God give me wings or just let me die,

what was a joke now a glaring lie,

regretting alone and wondering why

The past they play a recurring dream,

eternal longing for the past it seems,

and wishing that those dreams come true,

for dreams are perfect they’re never blue

My heart my soul all of these I’d give,

for you my dear is my reason to live,

but now this silence brought nothing but grief,

losing my head to amend this rift

It’s hard to live in a picture frame,

incessant hoping that the borders stay the same,

for Fate doesn’t colour inside the lines,

but the picture is perfect inside our minds

Wishing how things could be as they were,

thoughts of recent past has been but a blur,

but the pictures no longer in the hall,

just a faded outline on the wall

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