Masih kubayangkan seperti apa jadinya aku apabila suatu saat aku benar-benar bisa memiliki dia. Mencintai dia begitu dekat. Sedekat tarikan napas dari setiap udara segar yang aku hirup di pagi hari. Masuk ke dalam paru-paru. Kemudian bercumbu di sana.

Benar apabila aku memang sangat ingin bisa memiliki, segala hal yang mungkin tidak pernah bisa aku miliki.
Begitu naif apabila kita sedang belajar mencintai seseorang.
O wajahnya. O matanya. O hidungnya. O pipinya. O bibirnya. O rambutnya yang panjang tergerai jatuh di bahunya. Begitu jelas, hingga mimpi seperti realita.
Dia begitu jelas terlihat. Dia begitu nyata, bahkan kurasakan sesuatu berdetak begitu cepat dan kencang, seperti angin yang menyibak rambutnya.
Senyumnya membuat segala yang hancur menyatu kembali, tetapi tidak, tidak untuk setiap kali.

Aku masih mencintainya, begitulah cinta yang semestinya aku akan katakan apabila memang dia benar ada di sini. Tetapi dia tidak di sini. Dan aku tidak bisa mengatakan bahwa aku mencintainya.

Dia begitu dekat, tetapi juga begitu jauh. Dia jauh dari mataku. Dan dia begitu jauh untuk bisa merasakan perasaanku padanya.

A lion king goes to the crowd alone.
He needs a friend to live together.
But they don't want to be his friend because they are afraid of his hair and his knowledge.

Happy World Poetry Day!
Read all your poems and be happy every day with all your feelings!
If you are happy, be happy!
If you are sad, be sad!
Your feeling is true because that's you!
Happy World Poetry Day!
For all poets in this world!
For all readers!
For all writers!
For all love you deserve!

Hi, night!
What are you doing there?
Should you bring me the moon?
I need the moon to accompany beside me.
I cannot sleep.
I am not already for the dark.
I am not afraid of.
I just need a friend here.
Hi, night!
Do you want to know something secret?
The sun always loves you.
The sun is still waiting for you.
The dawn always remembers what I must do.
Hi, night!
I love you for the moon
you never give me.
I wish I could forgive you
because you will leave me
in the sunlight,
in the morning,
in the reality.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
You've gone from the words
I wrote to.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
I never try to write my feeling for,
because there is nothing to write for.

I find you
in my dream
and
I get you
in real life.
The past will be the past,
but the future needs me.

I read all your poems you have written.
I love all that feelings you have given.
For all poets that I do not know you before, keep writing!
Keep your feeling be true!
The way you choose your life to be,
it can be real you will be.
I love the way you choose the word to be a poetry.
All your poems always make me happy.