I saw you outside the window.
Your eyes so... Sad.
I can feel the cold inside your emotion.
But then,
Oh.. it's just my damn reflection.
And I'm looking at the mirror.
2021, Disember 9,
Jam 0609,
Harleen.
YOU ARE READING
Lunatic Asylum
PoetrySince 2022. Entahlah. Aku tidak tahu apa yangku tulis. Barangkali ini tulisan tersisih, dari hati yang menjerit pedih.
