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  Mar 2016 Sekar Hardani
gabriela
the sea shines through the waves that overlap the adoration for the moon
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
I just have to spend
all my sleepless nights
sitting at the porch
holding a glass full of hope
wondering if you feel
the same way
as I feel about you,
each and every seconds of the day.
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
I took off my coat and my sneakers,
threw myself on the bed, as if I’m home.
I felt the cold sheet massaging my body,
I have left this bed for a long time.

I never want to get up.
After a long and exhausted adventurous love trip,
I never want to leave.
I don’t want to missed my next love trip without you again.
Sekar Hardani Mar 2016
Have you ever feel, in the middle, between hot and cold, sunrise and sunset, between black and white, or pop and punk?

And if yes, is it..

warm or too hot, day or afternoon, light grey or dark grey, pop or punk?

There must be the time when you feel like you can’t decide what you feel. And when it comes straight to you, what would you choose?

When

It’s too cold for a warm water, but too warm for a cold water. Too sunny for a sunset, but too dark for a sunrise. Too black for a light grey, but too white for a dark grey. And, too punk for being a pop, too pop for being a punk?

And, too early for I Love You, but I Like You is never enough.

If hippopotamus is a word between I Like You and I Love You, then..

I Hippopotamus You.

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