Fantasy line
I tried to forget love
That continues to tickle my heart
Doodling my wits
Make my memory full of you
The straight line I wrote
On this white paper
Disregard my critical heart
Can it help?
Can it be saved from your fake love poisoning?
my white body paled
Heard you play my heart
My eyes could not bear to see the beauty of the world again
When you manage to kill this love
Love that I think is sincere
Love that I think is holy
But dirty filled with dust grains
Limp, weak, limp
Blood poured in my eyes
stranded my body, disappeared my soul
I do not want to try to play love
Because it hurt my heartbeat
Makes me lying dead
By: Maryam Rahmawati Concerned
