A late night phone call awakes the teen.
The voice calling elicits sweeter dreams.
She's asking for a late night rendezvous.
She says she misses his eyes of blue.

The boy stealthily sneaks down the hall.
There was no way he would ignore the call.
He opens the door and feels the autumn chill.  
And he smiles thinking of the upcoming thrill.

He jumps on his bike to begin the journey.
Even the long ride can't ease his yearning.
As he pulls into the alley at the back of her place.
He sees a beautiful and innocent face.

They make some small talk to break the ice.
But her sweet perfume smells way too nice.
So he leans in closer to steal a passionate kiss.
And she accepts him and grants his wish.

Their breathing was heavy and hands explored.
There was a certain need that couldn't be ignored.  
But before the heat could engulf the night.
There was the sound of a door and suddenly a light.

He made for his bike like a lightning bolt.
And he peddled away like a run away colt.  
The last thing he heard was angry father's yell.
If I ever see you again I'll send you straight to hell.

She puts thoughts
Into my head
She says you're a liar
A cheater
She says you'll never
Accept me
For who I truly am
She calls me an idiot
For giving you
More chances
I don't believe her
When she says you don't
Love me
But after a while
I think of our
History
And start to wonder
If it's all true
And now
I am frightened
Because in the end
I'll most likely
Be left
By myself

Now you're in love, or so you think.
On the brink of infatuation, an obsession,
clinging on to whatever you can get.
But don't fret! It'll only end in regret.
These "feelings" are formed from your imagination,
An affectation of what you think you know.
But in the end you'll show, what you soon will begin to

deplore.
Paining yourself, is it worth it?
You'll be burnt out, striving for mirth,
but only ending in hurt.

is there nights still exist..
and helpless cries..
i always remember the part of missing stories...
i slept with dry eyes..

as the sun sets in the sky..
my hopes go along with it..
everything’s seem leaden in solemn..
until i’m alone again without you come into my night..

i guess i should be thankful...
at least we have one thing in common..
all i think of is you..
and i know that you do the same too..

when moon's climb in the leaden night slowly...
i can see your face figure in the stars..
don't you know that  i’m always  thinking of you..
i wish you’d think of me too..

if i wonder how this will work..
when you think of nothing but,
yourself,  your poems,  your life
and i can’t help but love the way you telling it into the poems..

but maybe this what the fate is..
a twisted series of two soul and mind's fused..
and maybe i’m destined..
to be the victim of my feelings ..

but how can i blame the fate..?
for something that i have control over...
i know you don’t thinking the same as mine..
and i know i’ve fallen too deep into my imagination of your figure..

you have them lined up..
just another notch on your belt..
am i the fool...?
am i the one who fell...?
but i definitely don't  mind at all..

you twist my yearning around your sincerity...
and your lies around my words..
you’re the definition of beauty..
horror, pain, desire  and love...

should i run...?
should i give up..?
sometimes i wish i could just sleep...
or  never get  wake up when i was dream of you..*

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apakah masih ada bentuk malam itu.. .
dan ketidak berdayaan sebuah tangisan...
masih teringat aku akan sepenggal kisah yang hilang itu..
saat kuterpulasi dengan mata yang kering..

bak mentari yang tebenam dilangit..
begitupun keinginanku yang melaju turut..
segalanya tampak kelam dan hening..
hiingga aku sendiri tanpa engkau singgahi malamku..

harus kusyukuri..
setidaknya kita memiliki satu kesamaan ..
aku mengenangmu  ..
dan kutahu bahwa engkau melakukan hal yang sama ..

saat rembulan mendaki malam kelam perlahan ...
aku dapat melihat gambar wajahmu diantara bintang ..
tahukah kamu bahwa aku selalu mengenangmu ..

...... dang... why i should made two ver for my poems anyway.. lol.. just writing...