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Marsya Azzahra Jun 2014
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you that I like the way you smile
to tell you that I miss the way you laugh
to tell you that I love the way you say my name

Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you that I like your hair down your shoulders
to tell you that I miss the way you curse over stuffs
to tell you that I love the way you roll my chair back to you

Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you how I like the heart-shaped crumble of papers you gave to me
to tell you how I miss the way we took pictures of us together
to tell you how I love the way you say few words from your mouth

Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you what's been happening in my world
to tell you what am I up to
to tell you what's inside my head even when you're not around

Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you how I love the way you smell in your green BVLGARI perfume
to tell you how I love the way your Levi's jacket fits my body
to tell you how I love the way you look in your dark grey Nike glasses

Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you that the door of my heart is open
to tell you that I am right here,waiting for the day for you to come
and lock it up so everybody else will get locked out

Am I brave enough to tell you that I love you?

*Darling, tell me if I brave enough to tell you that I love you.
H.
Marsya Azzahra Jun 2014
I saw the corner of your eyes, crinkling
"What happened again?" I said

Your small eyes
made the straight line upon your face
You tried to smile
I knew you could not, but you tried

Your smile
was one of my favourite things in life
The smile
that could end up the war
The smile
that could cure cancer down

You've lost the sparkling look
that's written in your eyes
How it makes you look so much better
when you smile
How it makes you look so much happier
with the shape of your lips
when you smile

"What happened again?" I said
You said it was nothing
but I knew it was something

I whispered to my very own mind,
"Don't worry, you'll always got my back"

You turned back to me,
making the shape from your lips
that I always want to see
"I'm okay, and you should be okay too"

I whispered my own mind
through the low tone from my voice
"Darling, I'm okay if you're okay"

But you could not listen
the low tone was way too low, you could not
But you knew it all
**already
H
  Jun 2014 Marsya Azzahra
Sour
Take my hand,
Outside, look, tell
Me what you see.
"Clouds swirling together in the sky,
Wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree."
Squeeze my hand,
Ask me what I see.
"I see mankind's escape, the root of the word natural,
And everything that is beauty.
I see the chaos of accidental art, the brightness of innate happiness,
And its most important, crucial ability."
Squeeze your hand,
Fingertips stroking emotions onto my skin,
Look yourself in the mirror,
Written on your sharp cheekbones,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see clouds, swirling together in the sky, wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree.
Beneath your half closed eyes, and through the waves of your voice,
I see everything,
Everything that is beauty.
  Jun 2014 Marsya Azzahra
Sour
Love is seeing you in the bottom of my coffee,
It's feeling a cigarette burn into my skin,
It's hearing your voice cracking in the branches of my trees,
It's watching the moon turn red in April and not being able to focus on the stars anymore,
It's staring into my drawers, feeling my fingernails scratching the wood looking for change,
Its licking a lit match,
And finding a golden dollar in your backyard under the sandbox,
It's getting in a car crash at 60 mph on a congested highway and never being able to drive again without thinking about hitting a concrete wall,
It's holding your ******* hand and your cold skin and knowing it has nothing but warmth underneath,
And its wanting to die before I hit thirty.
It's burning, it's certain, and it's haunting.
I'll never be without that.
Marsya Azzahra Jun 2014
"Hi,
A week has gone and I miss you."

What?
"I miss you, yes I do."

Who?
"It's you. You've heard me."

How?
"Think I miss the warmth of your presence, yes I do."

Why?
"Can't seem to let a day pass without talking to you.
I love the way you do.
I love you."

When?
"Yesterday. Now. Tomorrow."

Where?
"Anywhere. I'll still be loving you."

"Think I know I do.
Think I know you don't."

"Think I know I love you.
Think I know you love me not."

Yet.
H.
Marsya Azzahra Jun 2014
Tell me how
since letters, texts, and calls are never enough

Tell me why
the distance between us could separate us apart

Tell me where
the exact point where you stay in the congcrete jungle where dreams are made up

Tell me why
you live in New York and I live in another city left behind

Tell me how
to tell you that I love you even we've never seen each other in person

Tell me how
to send you boxes of letters and words from a city that left behind to a city with inspiring big lights

Think I've tried
to make it work out but it just couldn't

Think I've tried
to spend the same horizons as you

Think we've tried
to make us work but we just couldn't

Think I've tried
to tell you that I love you but you just didn't
For an amazing guy that I met last year, who lives in New York-even now-, John J Miller.
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