Missing

I really miss the night when we could share things

You, with your own days

Me, with my own works

Things are changing,

People are growing up

Will there be still me in your mind,

If I cross the line between me and you,

Then somehow managing my own future?

Show me the life I should living on

Just to justify the real world that supposed to be clarified

Even if you are not able to,

I’ll still go away and push my wings up

Don’t miss me,

You’re not accustom with it

Just remember me

As the way I should be

Salatiga, October 16, 2011 21:50