Friday, August 28, 2009

didit pratomo

1st page : july 2005

I REMEMBER I’D DO SUICIDE THE VINA
WHO LOVED YOU WITH ALL HER HEART AND SOUL
WHEN YOU LEFT AND TOOK AWAY
THE SOUL OF THE MAN WHO LOVED VINA SO BIG
JUST LIKE ROMEO WHEN HE LEFT JULIET
I CAN FEEL HER DESPERATION
HER PAIN OF LOVE
HER LONELINESS AMONG THE DEATHS
ESPECIALLY HER DEAD LOVER
THE PAIN WAS SO DEEP AND COLD
BUT I’M NOT JULIET ENOUGH
THE STUPID YOUNGSTER WHO ENDED HER OWN LIFE
KNOWING THERE’S NO ONE LEFT WHO LOVED HER THAT MUCH
BUT I’M THE SUN WHO GIVE THE PLANET’S SATELLITE LIGHTS
I DON’T NEED TO BE LOVED
BUT I’M THE ONE WHO GIVE LOVE
EVERY TORTURE,
EVERY LOSS OF PRIDE,
EVERY MADNESS,
EVERY FAILURE OF SUICIDE,
EVERY TEARDROP TILL THE EYES DRIED
MAKES ME EVEN ALIVE THAN DYING
IF I VANISHED WHAT WILL MY FAMILY’S WORLD WOULD BE

from http://junkthought.blog.friendster.com/?m=200511

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