Words That Haven't Been Defined

This is why I made this simple stoopy blog.

There was a time and place, where I never thought,

I'd leave my own hometown,

But those days finally, are dead and gone,

It was never my intention to stay there,

Oh no.

There was a concious effort played by me, to disown anything I see,

There was a girl I knew, way back when,

Who says she doesn't know me anymore.

These are the lies the things you never mention,

These are my past mistakes I'll stay away from.

These are my thoughts written down on paper,

It's my only savior, from not saying what I want to say.

These are the thoughts that are on my mind,

Moments that haven't yet been defined,

And I don't know if you could ever understand.

These are the things I can't say when we were alone.

There were countless hours on the telephone,

My ears were ringing from the dial tone,

There were flashing lights, people staring,

There was nothing I could ever do.

These are the lies the things you never mention,

These are my past mistakes I'll stay away from.

This is the truth, the only time you'll hear it,

I write it down because it seems so hard to say it.

These are my thoughts written down on paper,

It's my only saviour, from not saying what I want to say,

There are my thoughts that are on my mind,

Moments that haven't yet been defined,

And I don't know if you could ever understand.

These are the things I can't say when we're alone.

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Perempuan Ini

Dia mengakari pikiranku dalam sendunya malam ini.
Aku tak relakan satu detikpun dari diri ini melepaskan kala melamunkannya.
Lamunan yang penuh pengharapan.
Tapi kosong.

Senja bunga melati di pagar rumah ini mengantar satu persatu bagian dari dirinya pergi.
Mengakhiri pengharapan yang terkekang akan jiwa dan kasih mereka,
Menyayat pilu, meninggalkan luka malam ini.
Dan ketika semua ingatan itu kembali, luka itupun menganga kembali.

Cantik. Lukanya cantik.
Membentuk garis yang anomali. Membujur dari ujung satu ke yang lain.
Hanya menggores.

Satu simfoni perlahan mengalun.
Aku tak perduli jika itu lantunan Levine dan Antebellum.
Toh suaranya sama menyayatnya ketika melati berguguran.
dan haripun tetap sama.
Sunyi. Ramai suara derita.

Dan jika perempuan ini tersadar dari tidurnya,

Rasanya semua bergerak cepat, tapi perlahan melandai.
Awan mendadak membuka kecerahan taman melati itu,
Nanti.
Indah ketika saatnya.

Warnanya memudar, seiring dengan hilangnya aliran kekaguman ini,
Itupun tak berpengaruh banyak, melati tetap berpendar.
Jengah bersinar,
Aku yang jengah.
Yang tak pernah tahu kapan harus berhenti.
Atau aku yang masih saja terdiam.
Nelangsa.
Termangu nelangsa.
Ia tetap jadi melati yang kudamba.

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