SMALL MIND

What’s the good thing from cheating? Just a question So, you might have your own imaginary woman I bet you do, because I personally do. This woman, she might be different than yours right now But wait, perhaps you already got your own wonder girl Congrats Sir, I am happy for you! Anyway, just what if? You walk down the hall, and there’s a girl passing you by This girl is perfectly delineating a perfect picture of your wonder girl She is probably prettier, and she’s fine Of course, compared to what you have now Ever since she’s your imaginary girl Thus, will you have your balls to accost her? Asking for her phone number as you captivated by her beauty You got her phone number, and secretly texting her Getting cozy to get more Raising your self-esteem to kiss up her Then again, you won another attention Now she’s finally all yours Her body, her affection, and her priority is all yours What will you do at this rate? You think you’ve been sleeping all along

Cerita Rakyat 2K17       Sabtu malam tepatnya minggu lalu, cuaca cukup cerah dan hamparan mendung dilangit sama sekali tak terlihat, hanya beberapa butir bintang terlihat cerah menerawang gelap malam. Terlihat dari kegelapan seorang pria muda berwajah sedikit jual mahal sedang duduk di kursi hitam, oh rupanya dia sedang menunggu makanan yang ia pesan. Termenung sendiri dia menunggu, tanpa ponsel di genggamanya membuat dia terlihat kurang sedikit hidup. Sekarang dia mengamati sekitar dan masih di kursi yang sama sembari memainkan tusuk gigi, datang sepasang suami istri muda yang tentunya bersama si buah hati mereka. Perhatian pria muda pun rupanya beralih dan tertuju kepada keluarga bahagia yang sedari tadi menampilkan senyum sehat dan menawan, dengan wajah asing pria muda mengamati pesona dan harmoni keluarga yang terlihat sempurna. Terkesan dalam hati pria muda sembari melihat mereka bertiga duduk dimeja paling ujung tepat dibawah kipas angin berwarna biru menggantung di langit

The day I met you   I won your eyes and your affection   Sharing and caring under the blue as we stand closer than ever   Living the shades along the love in disguise   Woke up and listen to my favorite song   We started the day singing along and sank in a small talk   As the day getting old, the love grew bold   Counting the hours to, and hoping love in return The best part of this was   Seeing you under the glasses really suit you   Can’t help laughing listening to your voices   Nothing was wrong, and all I wanted just to be with you I think that you should really know   That short hair is really fit on you, I adore it even more   Turn around, you just fine with those red stained lips   Though I’m fully aware that the color was not everlasting,   But hey, who’s care? You look fine all the way Come to think, there’s only one thing that don’t suit in you   The eccentric face of yours, I think that your fac

It’s been years I am looking for a cure A cure to fix me, to lend me a power to speak Indeed, I think that I am better off speaking on my own Literally as I do now, just fearless and shameless What is the answer from something that I am searching for? What is the cure from feeling so insecure? Shall I speak to anyone else to survive? Or just let it die in misery? It’s sad, it’s heavy, and sometimes it hurts Time after time, it’s just like a cancer staying up on mind Day after day, it spreads through every single of my veins It’s like I am walking on eggshells, it scares me to fall, to lose, and to speak Just what is cure? Does it mean loving someone or to be loved by someone? That’s a lie! Just to put anyone else first before myself, and so I get hurt Smile through every moment to see myself bleed Is this the true cure? Shall I talk to anyone else? Speak about all the matters to set me free? I lose! No matter how many times I speak, it’s just to fill my empt

Hands down, and close my eyes   There’s a place in my mind where the fate is just a piece of pawns A place where the bliss is waiting, a place where every sins is a please A place to conquer anything easy as it seems   Hands down, and close my ears There’s a tinny place on my heart carrying excuses  A place where the lusts spread through the veins, a place where resentment in disguise Again, plenty of desire in anguish Hands up, and shut my mouth There’s a place in my lips where grove grew cold A place where lie is bold, a place where the truth is smooth Hoping that the excuses weight more than meal There’s a place in my strange world A place where the day is longer even more, a place where I standing tall as a piece pawns Nowhere to go, and there’s no way to escape from reality Bunches of dust, disappear whenever the wind blow, and never to be found again