I came this road too far
I drive forward with this car
I never taught my heart
To fear and break apart
In this world full of fright

Incase if my heart broke
I'll pick the thousands piece
Build the new walls of courage
Encourage to face life
Drive farther away home

I love this month, aside I was born
Contented and blessed to everything
I love this month, changing of season
Rain comes and blow, winds of change

I look back and forth, I still can't believe
I'm alive and in pain at the same time
Learn and gain through hardship battle
Manage to woke up and live this life

It's hard to remember but still aches my heart
If you let me remember then tell me
So then let me tell you I'm going to fight
I'll let this walls remind me of home

It supposed to be like this
I'll hide myself and love you
'Till my heart swells and heal
Became life and truth for real.

The person you love the most
Will hurt you to the fullest
You can't leave, you can't leave life
You can't run, you can't make it end.

I hope I can get more courage to cry
I hope I can love you more, not dry
This is the way to alleviate my pain
To embrace these things as much as I can.

You've changed like a seasons
I don't know who you are
You ran places and lost ways
I saw you and you saw my shadows

You've told me the same thing
What about we have been through?
We've never crossed path along
I don't know who you are

Maybe we meet along the way
Or maybe in the dark streets
Or maybe under a big trees
Or maybe we never meet again

You took north and I go south
I went and played under the rain
You came inside under your roof
We are different and never meet again

I'm looking out of my window
Staring the deep dark sky
While the city light in shadow
Gladly alive and can ask you why

It will be okay, trust the time
Cry until you fell asleep
Let the peace come and pain away
You're not alone light enough

Some memories are hard to forget
It was like a fresh wounds wide open
The ache stays yesterday and today
Both painful and thankful, I'm still alive
How can I move on? If it is beautiful?

I love the sun when it touches the horizon
The winds blew across my face
Yet the darkness arrives soon
I’m still utterly fascinated by the stars
Melancholy joined with the solitary moon
So it does time changes, today is yesterday
While tomorrow is another day
And the sun will rise again

I woke up early in a cold morning
It's 5:30, my heart aches twitching in pain
Even my body is crumbling, my hand can't touch my chest
I'm still horror from the morning I can't forget.

There’s igniting low fire into my bones
Releasing energy inside my veins
Exact heat keeps my heart pounding and alive
I claimed it as my personal faith and hope.

I want to be free
I wish one day in my life
I could shout in the forest
I could fall in the crest
I could run into the wild
I could dive into the unfold
I could burn pieces of memories
I could play in the rain and fire
But I couldn't be free

When I was a young, my grandma told me
'When I die, I will become a butterfly
I'm soaring up above the blue sky
Living the life I aways wanted to be'

Again I'm sitting in my favorite place
With a journal and flashlight in my hand
Fascinated by the hundreds stars above
Hope against hope, tying ties in the end

I thought I will never wrote about you
I denied, bargained up in the darkness
And finally accepted everything thou
Then sooner or later it grows on us

The sun rises how the days passed by
We looked back but we can't go back
We might trapped again one of these days
But remember we are looking forward

I wish you look at the night sky
Seeing those hundreds stars above
By the winds the trees are dancing
Like how I dance in the darkness and peak

I perceived the love of the darkness
Accompanied by the stars twinkling
Even if I close my eyes I hear my breath
And the darkness grower and my hope too

Why is it that more I have to say
The harder to speak
Unspoken words hides
Feelings and emotion starts to fly
I am blank as a clean spark
And heavier like a cold ice

feels like you're a moon
guiding me everywhere I go,
sometimes new moon,
you're not existing,
waxing crescent denial stage
doesn't want to exist totally,
waning gibbous partially existing,
and sometimes full moon.

Sea of strangers
Full of hard logic and dimmers
You'll get drown deeper
Catch your last breath
Until you hold the borders

We hold the rope tightly
Like how I hold on your hands
Like I hold on your promises
Like how I can't give up on you

My knees down
My head bow
I call you
My tears flow
You answered

In the good times
I'm scared for the change
In the bad times
I want myself to be change

Same bed and atmosphere
I'm laying with my books
Rain is falling and free
Then I found myself soak

My bed sized six by six
Big enough for me yet
Feel small; wanted to be fix
Trying to start to forget

There's no street or city lights
Only the moon and my light
Strangers try to steal my own
Grabbing my arms and feet
Begging for hope and faith

It's hard to take some courage
When nobody to hold on
I kept on walking ahead
My eyes are filled with tears
I keep on praying above

Little by little the pieces of puzzle
We are connected thousand miles away
Line across the ocean just to see you smile
But can't afford to hold you when you cry

The paper has burn out
And turn to ashes and to dust
When the fire is everywhere
Everyone is also gone

Somehow I found it fun
Through playing with fire
Most of them turn to dust
And nothing can stay gold

Simplest glance I look in your eyes
Full of sorrow and pain
As if someone else dies
Look at me, can I have you?

I spend my nights writing stories
Raging and storming inside my head
I can't manage and starting to its end
Again I wrote a bad chapter today
The days goes by, finally I found myself
I found myself revamping the bad chapter
And trying to fix what is broken
But it's not, everything from the past chapter can't be remove and change
Or easily throw papers and burn it to the fire
Or even put marks, saying don't come with it
Think beyond the box and look what you are right now
The mirrors of life, stories I had been writing
You might be there but your not here

They say when you're writing poems you are sad
They say when you're speaking you mean to be heard
They say when you're lost you want to be found
Can you read, hear, and find me?

The winds blew
leaves are dancing and rustling
Season of fall
Then I saw you leaving