I never should've recovered a myth
I never should've had an irrational weep
I never should've got the stairs beneath
I never should've taken a gift to keep
I used to whisper my love
I used to sacrifice my hope
I used to embrace my imagination
I used to jeopardize my meditation
The illiterate hallucination
The significant discussion
I weirdly saved it
I simply regretted it
I unconsciously screamed it
I insanely let go of it
I admitted all as a fake beauty
I threw it away from my memory
There will be a transcendental destiny
Immortality will come in, honey.
Banda Aceh, Nov 7th, 2017
By: Annisa Ramadhani
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