give too much love,
I beautifully get hurts.

then naturally the dark side comes
I try to comprehend language
of the stars
and gestures of the moon

a pile of hope mingling with me
I've exceeded one dream
let me paint another dream
to feel the color
I want them to feel it too
happy is waiting in its zone
sweat effort certainly exist
everything is not as easy as we wink

all the stories start when Harley comes
giving a cure of the craziest
voices of love coming through on the ears
stop the pain and make it better
take Harley's heart

the best couple in the world
too much words and laugh falling down to smiling hand
suddenly batman pursue them
broke the long term plan
Mr. J lost the Quin, lost Quin

the promise is the best deal
no one ever know until the last time
cause care isn't need reason
never need reason
like Mr. J and Harley Quin

like a day
there's darkness
you can't see everything
the stars are so far away
when the light comes
you'll be grateful
because you can see everything
you then find your way
and you know how to appreciate a good thing

loving the way you convey
that rainbow words
i got more than just love
i admire the colors
even you
it's not about my feeling
but us

Because the night is always faithful to wait for the morning even though they are not reunited

I love your crunchy laugh
as well your sweet smile

there are thousands of stories I try to remember
which I try to summarize
there is emotion, sadness and grief
not all stories always end up like fairy tales
when we say "happily ever after"
in my story
I try through the steep and rocky road
this foot even tripped
I'm hurt
but when I think again
I'm still fine
if I want, my lips can smile as if nothing happened
then I got up

I swear I will and I want
to carry out your sorrow
even that is the end of your sadness
and the birth of sorrow in me

dark is absolutely needed
because it contributes to show light

the waves are united with hope
but it does not break the coral of hope
sand powder is a small particle of my dreams
it's okay to be trampled on
because to be sky
I'm still too ordinary

dibanding memperdulikan betapa rindunya aku
kamu lebih baik mengurus dirimu
aku akan urus urusanku perihal rasaku dan hatiku
aku harap kamu baik

solitude, silence, lonely
are perfect things when you feel alone
bury yourself in darkness zone

i am opposite my wish
it'll be difficult if there is no intermediary
falling down might be normal
toppled over? why not
just a dream bridge that knitted strong hopes
which becomes a need and strength

to be honest I simply do not remember sweet memories,
sometimes.
but bitter memories will never be forgotten

like the wind in summer
its faint blew dry in this heart

fallen tree is not because the leaves are too much
some people have deliberately cut it down
dry tree is not because it is not watered
it may die because of age
a dwarf tree is not because it does not want to grow
precisely some people think it is beautiful
trees need to be protected
trees need to be accompanied
trees need to be appreciated

never regret anything you did with your pure heart to others..
at least you spread a nice thing
God knows..even when they don't
but you should happy with it..

then I slowly walked away
trying to run from the blue part of the heart
the wound does not look at anyone, does not see face or anything.
I have left all my heart.
but I found now formless.
I don't want to run.
Stay ... I just want to repair my heart back well
I know you accidentally made my heart fall and bruised.
it hurts really ... but it hurts more if I don't love anymore
because I believe, your heart is kind ...

she did not know where to go
feel the call of the wind that touches his wings
she is alone
no one expected it
they prefer butterflies
"is there a place for me?"
she asked a flower that she had come to
she felt uncomfortable being there
she felt it was not his place
if she had to die, she would
there was no hope for her

this is my feelings
there's no time to say if this is too late
I just want to say
that this is yours

You are a poem
Spin in the imagination
Controlling my hand to write
I do not know, I can not
Embroidering sweet words
Sometimes confused sorting vocabulary
Which I suppose is indeed limited

But you are a poem
I write you under a dim light
Sitting stunned to explore the inspiration
I'd love to write you
I will write you
Wait till you become my poetry

pretend to love thats not necessary
I do need love
but if you don't intend to give it
better not at all

do it simply
love me properly
but beautifully

when my fingers don't hold you
when my body is not with you
or four of our eyes do not look at each other
believe me ..
I always remember you here ...
Your laugh is crunchy with your joke
I'm happy even though it's just piling up miss
meeting is always my desire
wait ... I have to be patient