P u i s i k u :

Then . . .

by Arie  Rachmawati



If one day

I can meet you,

then ...

listening your song

from your acoustic guitar

then ...

I drawing of you,

then

I wrote all about you,

You're everything

but it was a dream,

not real,

then ...

I was just crying

then ...

here we meet

Medio, at Bandung September 10th, 2012 / 7:11 AM