No one taught us how to love.
Our lips, drizzling of gasoline
as we touched one another
with our matchstick hands
and lit our paper hearts,
we exploded in firestorms.
No one taught us how to love.
Our eyes, flooded with anguish
as we tried to feel sympathy
with our drowning hearts
and as we gasped for air,
we sank to an inevitable darkness.
No one taught us how to love.
Our hands trembling with anger
as we erupted and clouded our love
with heavy volcanic ash
we suffered the earthquakes
of our enraged hearts.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
purpose (spilled ink)
PuisiThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
