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Marsya Azzahra Jan 2015
I want to be a place you call 'home'

Do you know what's the meaning of 'home' itself?
Home is a place you always keep coming back, no matter how far you could go
Home is a place you always gonna miss, no matter how messy it could get
with its imperfections
with its messiness

And I don't want to be a five-starred hotel-or a mall, for you
with its perfections
with its glamorous
with its beauty
But you can always leave them, anytime you want
Because it's just a place you passed by,
just a place you enjoy, you look at,
for short periods of time,
then you leave it behind

I want to be a home, for you
with my own imperfections,
with my own messiness,
Because I want you to keep coming back to me, no matter how far you could go
And you'll always gonna miss me,
because I'm your home.
Thanks for being one of my inspirations, Fadli Arfi.
I can barely make her laugh
I am rarely the reason behind that glamorous smile

But that is okay
As long as she's laughing and smiling
That is enough
Ophelia Jul 2014
You died too young
Your angels' voice
Your deep deep sorrow
Don't you know how I need you?

You left too soon
Your wicked heart
Yourdrunk drunk love
Don't you know how I need you?

You are from the black gold era
Black is for your melancholy
Gold is for your inexpressible soul

You said goodbye too young
Your golden tears in the paradise
Your rousing heartbreak
Don't you know how I need you?

You passed away too soon
Your mysterious disappearance
Your breathless dream brother
Don't you know how I need you?

You are from the black gold era
Black is for your melancholy
Gold is for your inexpressible soul

You fell asleep too young
Your American breath
Your rootless trailer trash
Don't you know how I need you?

You gone to glory too soon
Your curly dark hair
Your heavenly muse
Don't you know how I need you?
2014-05-04

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