While the city is dimming its light at night, I am switching on memories of our days.
Your olive eyes stare passionately, whispering me not to let you go. Your first hello was a blessing, but the goodbye you left unsaid is a terror.
With you I recognise an enemy called distance, and desperately hoping to befriend with fate.
Then I realised that true friend is hard to get, when the memories of us are turning into sweet dreams.
Without your presence and ear to hear, I beg your permission to sail off these pieces of dream.
I have to forget how it felt,
I need to find the better of the best, and I want to wake up as the city always does after the dream.
Jakarta, 9th of Dec 2014.
00:49
Your olive eyes stare passionately, whispering me not to let you go. Your first hello was a blessing, but the goodbye you left unsaid is a terror.
With you I recognise an enemy called distance, and desperately hoping to befriend with fate.
Then I realised that true friend is hard to get, when the memories of us are turning into sweet dreams.
Without your presence and ear to hear, I beg your permission to sail off these pieces of dream.
I have to forget how it felt,
I need to find the better of the best, and I want to wake up as the city always does after the dream.
Jakarta, 9th of Dec 2014.
00:49
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