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Trap, It's You

I have no words left to tell
I havo no idea to describe
I'm suffering in deep
But i'm healing in surface
I'm drawning from ocean of leafs
I fall down to the bottom of the cliff
Run and trying a big light of life
I'm looking up
Hoping that you would come
Send me a rope or a tea
Held my hand
Trying to rich root of the dead tree
Wishing on you can see dancing tree

I'm lost but you too
I'm lose but you not
I look down
To break all wish and hope
Small rain just created
The land turn into soft
Choclate turn into black
I see my hand pictures
So abstract to touch

This hole so cold and calm
Sound of wind like orchestra
I fell the air like i know that storm near by me
Looking for hide place
Just a bunch of rock

I looking up for you
Wish you can wave your hand on me
Saying that you still care about me
Tomorrow maybe my last
But tonight hope this is yours

Heart broken said "Enough is enough today"
Big heart said " Today will never end in the end "
I'll carrying your heart untill tomorrow
Just on knee hoping the star can fall down
Like these tears already fall down

From the loneless heart of woman under the cliff
Touching a thuosand miles of every heart dancing trees
Forgiveness just a song
Song from above the earth
Could be meant something or just a word

Falling on you just like falling under the bridge
Reach on you just like running under the ocean
I gave up to love you, but you'll be show me again
I gave up on your life, but you'll be show me once again
Trying reach you one more time, held my hand
And just a dust coming over me
Empty hope, losing wish

I lay down under the beneath of the star
Rain just fall again for the last
I gave you a song
Send by the wind
Dancing tree near by you

I reach the dark and empty space
Just me and the loneless of heart
Root of dead trees
Cold wind, nothing more than alone


Palopo, 9 Desember 2015

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