The death of love

Rest in peace..

Don't ever get reincarnated.

This world is too full with pain and misery for you.

You found eternity..

So, yes, you rest in peace.

Just because

Ikutkan saja angin yang bertiup.

Biarkan saja lalang berbuai.

Dan rasakan biar benar sejuk yang singgah di pipi

membelai setiap satu ikal itu.

Kerana mungkin esok tak senyaman ini.

....

"Ebyll, isn't it hard to miss someone you don't know? That you never met?"
She paused and smiled, "Yes, that's quite romantic of you.."

Sigh.

Possibilities

... is just wonderful.

How would you know if ...?

How would I know if ...?

How would we know if ...?

How should we know?

There are plenty of possibility.

Hate as much as you may.
Talk bad about me.
Envy me.

You are the only one who care.

But then, maybe it's ok.

Because I don't give a ***n

Tak Bisa Memiliki

Bila
Waktuku tersisa
Untuk s'lalu di sisi
Menjaga hatimu

Aku
'Kan s'lalu mencoba
Berikan yang terbaik
Untuk kau miliki

Tapi maafkan aku
Waktuku hanya sesaat

Aku tak bisa memiliki
Menjaga cintamu
Walau sesungguhnya hatiku mencintaimu, memilikimu

Aku tak ingin kau terluka
Mencintai aku

Hapuslah air matamu dan lupakan aku

Sendiri
Di batas asaku
Hanya ingin kau bahagia
Jalani hidupmu

-Dygta

Ya, kalau nasyid atau lagu jiwang, Indo lebih layan.

Breathing a feeling

Lemas.
Lemas dengan perasaan sendiri.
Dan erti tidur tak lena?
Akhirnya, aku mengerti.

Mess

Waking up, I realize I still have you by my side.
Skins apart.
Weird the story between us.
When did it start?
Will it halt to an end..?

It's like when you had too much bitter chocolate.
You'll start to taste blood.
You don't want to stop.

no, we didn't want to stop.

And I realize, you still have your arms around me.
The mess we are in.

Beautiful.

Stolen from me.

kamu juga seperti bulan?

hehe..

aku dan bulan, semacam ada something between us.

an affair, which brings my thoughts soaring to heights I can't reach.

depth I can't ponder.

because, we share a thing in common.

luna-cy.

do you know if we share the same feeling?

Or perhaps, the different sides of the same feeling?

Apa ni?

Perasaan ini merosakkan poet yang ada dalam aku.

I can no longer articulate things I feel.

I am no longer capable of understanding what I feel.

I feel.

Feel...?

I am stolen from myself.