stories in August

first
One week with February
Without love, without comfort
Then try to delete the second month
With a little maturity
So as to welcome the first April
boring
And ends without going to remind
After that experience a year without moon Empty ....
I wonder what makes it so long
Not closing the heart
Precisely sort liver
Up to the time it will fall into the second April
highly colored
Of laughter, emotion, tears, also love
Honey ... it's all just pretend
Not ready to accept the principle
April second season fared only Pain ...
But slowly treated
Because there is a knock on the door heart
Behind the door there stood November
Waiting with the petualan January
Second month of April was similar to the second
Got a lot of stories
So, November alone or January alone?
Not ...
December alone
Why?
Last month it was different
Although it looks the same
The fact also speaks
Finally in December to close the story

--------------- window

window
Got a story
When first seen
The painting looks sideways
I see no obvious
window
It is outdated
But not so with his eyes
With curiosity I looked at
To be clearly visible from the front
It was true
My window is not blind
window
Now never pleased me
Was useless
Why should intentionally kunantikan
If now increasingly clear
That looks already looks
But not from my bedroom window
he came
Through the doors of my house

News from Friends beloved --------------------------------

When the window opens eyes
Looks thin face
similar lover
How are you my beloved friend
I still be your girl
Until my lover still be your friend
How are you my lover
Make me your best female
Save the old story almost intact
But ...
Remember me to remain friends and your women
It's obvious that I love my girlfriend
Thanks to know
that the actual
I do not want to lose my beloved friend

color -----------

today
My black ink runs out
Because I used to write your name
Every wall of my heart
Then I changed to red ink
same
There is little ink left
Because last night already wear
To describe love each droplet of my blood
Then the only remaining blue ink
There is still a little ink
But just simply write one flavor
'' My love as deep as ocean''

My journey II -------------------

I've been up to
In the city the new familiar
Understated, simple and friendly
Makes me not want to go back
The past
In a city once
Here ...
My journey stalled
Because I've never had a ticket again
I promise I will not buy it again
I'm also not going to go looking for
In this city ...
Out went all the trips in advance
Because it is too far away to be reached
No point in complaining
If at this time there beside him

My journey 1 -----------------

You came late
Chariots are already a long way towards the city
Useless you scream
I shall not be heard
Because I'm deaf
And trying to remain deaf
But I know you're trying to catch up
Behind me, in my dreams, every step of
With a knife in hand
You tried to kill my hatred
Too bad ... Chariots had gone too far
Just waiting for the morning
Chariots will arrive in the city