Close to night // romance // general // Kris // by: Ira Puspaningtyas

I came home, almost nightly. Running out sweet course. Staying almost blackened clumps, more blackened, and more blackened. A flock of birds return was not behind a wing. The sky seemed to be shut down, lost nature outside the window there.
I see change the mirror, saw his own face. Still like yesterday, still worn, still somber, still agitated. There is sought, one of the events.
I thought float again. Grow wings like fairies who inhabit a thick book fairy tale. Airs fluttering quickly, towards a castle up there. Where I built a beam in love with the pieces miss. Miss him, miss him, I merindukannya.Gadis snow white sweet, ruby lips, blue eyes and a kitten voice as soft as velvet. Reaching lakaran sweet framed this world calls love with love.
Add a second, plus one, one, one, so on. And the smile faded by itself.
Thus was born the sweet confession. I do not recognize myself anymore, or did I just met? I do not what kukelakarkan ago, angle blunt liver can still remember each figure, each figure missed it.
So most nights on the way home, chasing lights, berselip-inserts with swishing trees and dusk. The streets are white, berhambur star in the distance. The more miserable figure of a man alone in the rearview mirror.
It's all over, I went home. He's there, waiting with open arms, waiting with a beautiful figure, stood smiling sweet-as if knew what I wanted. There he is.
I came home almost nightly
But my heart was almost dawn
I came home almost nightly
But my love began to spout
I came home almost nightly
But my soul will not fade
I go home, dear

-Ira's