poem 2

Triangle

Cann’t you see the dead love from the dead eyes too…

I’m so tired killing feeling loving that shouldn’t happen

…because you’re my best friend

…cause you’re my soulmate’s friend

The truth saw curse night and all the heaven’s door has been closed

Slowly we made scars that can never be ended

Sadness that started with a little happiness

…it’s drop on our face follows the poor night’s

Drop slowly as empty morning kisses

And touches quietly

And someday we call it “tears”.

Karya : Fitri Nurlia Mandasari