The Room

It was never perfect,
That one small room that i sleep in,
I would call it my bedroom,
For the time being i would like to think so,
But life taught me the other way,
When i realize the place was never for me.

The sizes was just perfect,
With the curtains up and floor furnished,
My books were being put in one place,
The only thing that amiss,
The bed was never there,
I realize this room was never for me,
For i belong somewhere else,
Cause that is where my heart leads me too.

Standing in the doorway,
Watching the empty room,
No matter how inviting it is,
There comes the time when i know i'll be leaving,
So i watch it for the last time,
While i heads out to another journey,
Hoping that one day my heart will lead me here.

When it was taken (Hand)

When the hand has been taken away,
I regret for not giving what i should give,
Leaving them so helpless,
While i went out partying without a care,
Enjoying what life has given upon me,
Forgetting it was only a moment to feel,
For when it was taken away,
Them,
Lend me their ear, their thoughts, their strength,
Giving more than enough for me to revive,
Cripple that i am,
But i feel blessed for being alive.

More than I ask

That day i ask for a little bit of happiness,
And i did have so much of the joy the world can give,
Along with my happiness,
I earn friendship a bond that i didn't expect,
Memories were born,
A new adventure were given,
As we encounter with other new feeling ahead.

Then i ask for a little of forgiveness,
For the pain that occur during the happy moment,
Something that i a miss myself,
Then somehow the bond become stronger than i thought,
When we learn about the other truth and the life,
Every now and then,
I never forgot to say sorry.

Later i ask for my dreams,
Years of patience that i gain,
While i also see a lot more about the path,
The heart stronger than ever,
For no matter what fail me,
I never did learn about giving up,
Not long after,
More of satisfaction i had,
As i achieve my one and only precious moment.

Undisclosed

Without the words that i usually start with,
How will i end up explaining everything,
For more the story that needs to be told,
More of the sharing that were needed for sharing,
Have i remember the words perfectly when i see you in person.

Years have been so cruel to us,
Sending you to the other side of the world,
And me on my own journey,
Sometimes we forgot to send the simple hello,
Just to remind them that we are still here.

When we meet again,
It seems like we met for the first time,
How we both change so dramatically,
Instead of talking,
We were just strolling around feeling awkward.

I'm going again while you're staying,
Just when we thought we could stay together,
Forgive me my dear friend,
The journey i seek is out there for me,
We'll wait for another year to see each other again.

I'll Always Think of You

When i'm so far away from you,
Words that i fear becomes my greatest challenge,
The once you thought warm of me becomes so very cold,
Your vision of me slowly fading,
For all you could see and remember becomes your own doubt,
Wondering if i ever was the real one.

This distant that kept us for so long,
I could not bear to write you a long letter,
Nor even send you a very simple text message,
And i'm here hearing how you suffer,
Listening what is happening to you,
Cowardly i can never write you the word that i usually say casually.

Not that i forgot,
For all the treasure that i have in this world,
I can give it up for you,
Just so that i can be so close and closing the distant between us,
Where i can catch you when you fall,
Taking your hand into my own,
Warm it with the very least my heart could do,
While i tell you everything that you needed the most.

When i'm far,
I'm not so cold as the winter that you felt,
My eyes are not the eyes that can freeze you,
Nor even my memory is old enough to make me forget,
Though time becomes our greatest enemy,
When i'm so far away from you,
Please remember,
I always think of you.

The Bus Stop

It was always empty,
At the bus stop,
Even the bus never bother to stop,
It was always empty,
Surrounded with stubborn bushes,
Making it their own place,
Even worse,
Sending shivers to the people,
Assuming it was once a haunted place.

But here i am,
At the always empty bus stop,
Sitting and waiting,
Not for the bus to come,
Something that only i know what to wait,
Ever since then and on,
It was me who make it like home,
Pulling all the weeds and grass,
And just waiting patiently,
While one by one people dare to stop by.

There's a stall beside it,
Out of nowhere they decided to sell drinks and fruit there,
As always they ask me who i wait for,
I can only smile and drink the coffee that i bought,
One by on the car, truck and even motorcycle stop,
Buying drink and fruit,
When it rains the riding one take shelter,
Some sweet couple were shivering cold,
Some old one stares out the sky,
Some were just wearing the rain coat before move on,
It was once an empty bus stop,
Now it was always full of people,
That's when i stop visiting there and just keep observing from far.

The Forgotten Feeling

Days, years have pass by,
Since i last mend my broken heart,
Moving forward without any hesitation,
The pile of paper that was always on my desk,
The ringing phone needed attention,
The people that i need to meet,
I have come so far but yet missing something,
Something that i vow not to have,
But even so just like a virus it creep up upon me,
The warmth of one's hand that told me rest.

Was it the fever that weaken my wall that i created,
When all of the sudden the ice that surround my heart melted,
Leaving me feeling so naked to one's eye,
There have been various scar that were hidden,
When a voice softly spoken to my ear,
Telling me to cry for as much as i want,
Yell for feeling the endless pain,
Most of all,
Ask what is it that i truly want in my life,
Letting me to dream and planting hope,
When finally i open my eyes,
Seeing him standing next to me,
While he send back the feeling that i once use to have.