Puti Karina Puar. 22. Geologist in the making. Learning to write and vice versa. Monthly Archives for March 2008
Rufus Might Have Tried
The books are wide opened
But the pages are empty
Or too full
That they are black
And you seem so perfect
Because I only see you from the north
When compass doesn’t work
That you are made of steel
And I hate myself when I’m alone
Because I will go too far
And out of my mind
To cross the borderline of hell
I’m a tresspasser
with [...]
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Or It’s Just The Rest of The World
Pink cardigan doesn’t remind me of you
Nor the cigarettes
It’s the elevator
Or it’s just the rest of the world
When writing I wish
Someone would turn it
Into song
That leads you home
When walking alone I wonder
You would drive by
And you wouldn’t see my tears
Because I’d be looking at the ground
TV doesn’t remind me of you
Nor the story
It’s the street
Or [...]
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