What if one day,
You found me flying in my chamber,
Without wings but rope?
Will you try to catch me,
and make my feet dancing on the floor again?
What if one day,
You found me chilling,
In a pool full of red,
With cherry juice on my hand?
Will you ask me to stop swimming?
Take the towel and,
Dry up my wet cheeks?
What if one day,
You found me drawing,
Some lines on a paper,
Create a masterpiece that I can't sell?
Will you stop doing your business,
And start to painting colours,
In my cracked canvas,
And make it priceless?
What if one day,
You found me playing hide and seek,
In a deep, dark and bluish room?
But you were too late,
And I sulking,
Like a child that run away from home,
Will you still looking for me?
Try to convince me,
With flowers or anything,
So that I can return,
And again we can spend time together?
What if one day,
I down the stair,
One and touch the ground,
Will you be there to take my hand,
To make sure I will not be tripped?
Well,
When the time comes,
You're late.
Harleen,
4/3/2022.
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Lunatic Asylum
PoetrySince 2022. Entahlah. Aku tidak tahu apa yangku tulis. Barangkali ini tulisan tersisih, dari hati yang menjerit pedih.
