The sun or agony
Who will rise first in my eyes?
21.4.18
Yogyakarta | Haeml;c
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
I’ve written million words
making a poem without
your name inside.
They refused to be
written by me.
Words spread up,
scattered around
inside my head.
Like butterflies,
flew down and played
together.
Joyous until they grew
tired around my stomach;
falling.
Then,
died inside.
Leftover souls
trapped inside words:
crying.
Tears rained down
drop
by
drop
Carving a name
Your name.
9.12.17
Yogyakarta | Haeml;c
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
You once said you were
falling in love
with my words
Of how they
lead your tears
into the spring
Little that you know
my words
like my very own self
can also be f
a
l
l
i
n
g
17.12.17
Yogyakarta | Haeml;c
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC