He's just a sort of sun
Shining. Warming. Mesmerizing.
Standing so firm upon two peaks of mountains
I'm just kinda rain
Wet.Cold. Aloof.
Crawling upon the yellowish torn leaves
Too long, I stare at him
Looking at his fire-like eyes
Hoping that he taps my door
and leaves me a bucket of rose
Too shy, I peek at his narrow smile
Thinking that candy becomes less sweeter
and sugar goes plain
Hei * , would that smile be given only for me?
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Note: For someone who dries my long-sleeves shirt.
Bandung, April 16, 2011 at 07:54
