Poetry

My milk way

Desva Ariasanti. April, 7^th 2015

I am a lonely girl

A girl who only walks with herself

Just enjoys this marvelous world

Although without a bright

I feel like cotton

That drifts and follows the rhyme of air

Which never know?

When it will stop and gather breath

But, in this willies

Suddenly, I realize

There is something that blows up in the soul

Bring me on fire and rock my world

This curiosity really makes me crazy

Oh, the air

Give me a hand

Help me to let go of this curtain

The curtain that cover up his countenance

Slowly..

The lid open end

And I see a bright like a crystal

Oh, thy.. It’s you.. it’s really you

A prince who adorns my dream

A smile that shade me

And voices like a drogue that hung in my ears

Please, don’t dreary

Settled shine of me

Because I need your bright

Oh, thy.. My milk way