untittle

it seems
wherever I go
people come into my life and go out of it
touching me where I can feel it
then leaving only a memory
like the fairy tales of childhood;
and I wasn’t through knowing them yet.

How do you know
when you are seeing for the last time?
How do you stop
together and keep all those around you that
you’ve ever known and loved?

And how do you keep
fairy tales from losing their magic?

So come–
brush against the walls of my life
and stay long enough for us to know each other,
even though you know
we’ll have to part sometime;
and we both know
the longer you stay the more I’ll want you back
when you are gone.

But come anyway
cause fairy tales are the happiest stories I know
and great books are made of little chapters.

aku gak tau kamu disana mikirin aku apa gak ??
aku juga gak tau kamu ngerasain yang aku rasain apa gak ??
aku gak tau sampe kapan kaya gini ..
yang aku tau aku kangen kamu dari kemaren sampai sekarang :)