02. Masterpiece
She loved you since twelve,
She has no idea what that feels like,
Until she ran into you.
A musician playin' a music
Feeling every note of it.
Looking to crowd of people applusing
As her favorite song playing,
A song that written by her
And singing by him
A music that she able to play, pause and resume
But she can't stop the whole piece.
This is love to her.
She counted days, months, and years.
Walking into the same trap.
Falling to the wrong place.
A right person but a wrong time.
Like that song she created,
A song for love yet turn to a tone that brings pain
Time healed her heart,
A music that she unable to stop
She able to press the next button.
If she could,
She still want to played it again.
Only to reminisce something that she treasures.
A memory. A memory with him.
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But you know the painful part of love?
When you start to love someone more than yourself then it so painful that leaves a mark on you. That mark that never fades. That mark unables you to heal. But then, as the time passed by maybe, the wound will be gone and you will be healed again.
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Her eyes are looking at the person in front of her who is sweetly talking to each other.
"We want your song playing while she's walking down the aisle." He said while holding the woman's hand beside her.
"What song, hon?" The woman asked.
He sings it like how he wants to deliver every note to that person. That's how he used to be. To her. But now...
"That is your song that you can't tell me who's your inspiration for writing it, right?" His childhood bestfriend asked.
She wrote it for him. And after many years, she could hear it again but this time, it was her who will be singing that song at his wedding.
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Snow without Winter
Non-FictionSnow without Winter is a collection of poems that may reflect on the agony of love, the complexities of love that are not returned, exploring the feelings of hope, despair, and everything in between. From the initial spark of attraction to the ache...
