third wish...and still counting

i cant seem to convince myself that i would not trade anything to hear you breathe again. perhaps because i like how much it hurts missing you still.

ceremony

i was home
i was holding your hand
and then your fingers
and then one finger
one after another
until i came
to the fourth finger
which then i wrapped
with a golden loop
with a diamond
that glittered on top
it was not the only thing
that was glittering
in your face
i saw two others
i stared mine at yours
deeply
and it was home
and i was there
it was last night
as i slept far off
it did not last
yet i was home (at last)

selama aku masih sanggup berjalan

different places have lost its significance
time echoes as if it stands still
i can not reason like i used to anymore
yet favorably intricate details became simpler
and all things in limbo seem static

my hands are not as strong though
as how i cranked quandaries before
but there is still a spark of life left in me
that would shine as bright as the summer sky
when i see u smile

named after

as i wake up i find myself a little deeper
it started like this;
i was spry before the rain
and the only reason for that
was you, being near

metaphor

your crescent lips are the moon of my nights
whilst your glowing eyes are the sun of my days
and your hair is the wind that whiffs
the soft skin-like clouds on your face

pushing up daisies

pull me out of this periphery
pull me distant from what i can't condone
i brood with each absence, with each empty moment
so i try to count faster, to make it easier
my hands are marked with yearning
when i try to catch a glimpse of you
now picture a leafless tree
then picture me

i barely knew the meaning of yesterday before i misplaced you

i may never have the chance to tell you how wonderful you made me feel. so wonderful that it aches. so wonderful that it breaks.