11.4.29

Hey, just listen to me, for this last second.

I’m really going to be gone, gone like I’ve never been here before.

I WAS waiting for you, you know.

I WAS waiting for eyes look at me.

I WAS wondering the time when you will look into my eyes and realize there IS something.

All these STUFFS were just like BIG SILLY DREAM, you know.

Kept wondering, kept waiting, kept doing it, kept wishing, kept dreaming, kept asking by myself,

kept ignoring the pain, the sad, the hurt, the tears, the broken heart,

Well, kept being stupid.

Hey, I don’t mean to be strong like other girls prefer to do,

I simply don’t want to give up waiting, Really.

But I have done my very best thing, and somehow I have any idea no more.

I don’t even know that I can be tired also.

I never know.

Being tired loving you, I don’t predict this one. But I am now.

What should I say to make it sounds better? Since I feel nothing.

I’ve got nothing by treasuring you in my head for all this time.

Now when I do count the clock that tells the time,

And also the time when I was willingly suffered by this kind of feeling,

I believe they were just a waste of time.

It already arrives in the very end, the very stop, and really nothing changes.

Then in order my days keep going on, I’ve got nothing to do but go on.

Yes I have many choices even when I think I really have none.

Even I still have a choice to keep being A FOOL.

But I choose to treat you as tears.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks, falling, and dried.

When I smiled, nobody knew I’d just cry.

                                                                                      -p.puteri

11.4.28

I am pathetic.

Wishing he loves me like I do, by magic.

Then I pretend to be like I am not.

And realize it’s only hurt.

One day, I figured out it all.

that I will never be with you.

So I no longer have to pretend anything.

I am forgetting you, this is the fact.

But when I am laughing with my friends, the one I seek is you to watch me laugh.

And when I am lying on the bed, hurtful, the voice I want to hear is yours.

I just think that knowing you’re around is a must.

But except you, I can’t think about anything better.

Cause sometimes, the only thing we can do is to love.

                                                                                                -p.puteri

11.4.28

Sometimes, the only thing you can do is to love.

                                                              -p.puteri

11.4.28

The older you get, the more you wish you were kid again.

This August I am going to be seventeen,

And about one year later, or perhaps two,

I’ll be in college.

But it used to seem like a long time.

Now I can blink, and it could be over.

                                                             -p.puteri

INSERSIO - - MINE

Hey friends, my mates.

Listen to the song I made.

There’s a day we hang out, and some guys without.

But the time flows easily that seem to be just complete.

And laughter written in the sand that we could read.

We take our time along the road, with no direction for sure.

But togetherness saves our mood, and curiosity which can’t be measured.

It is when we finally stay in one place to remember,

And a car calls for some helper.

Hey let’s see when we’re exactly on the beach and running around.

Near the boys who kick the ball on the ground.

Soon we get deeper and deeper my friends.

With the waves we take a picture for a trend.

 Don’t forget when you push me from the back,

And I fall on the face, like a crack.

Or when she lose in playing card badly,

And has to be half buried sandy.

After all it’s time to have lunch or maybe to woo?

Then we begin to ask whether this is a beach or a zoo?

Friends, I never know this could be such this fun.

Truly, I can’t find knowledge here or job or such a serious stuff some guys like better.

But they show me that “Lomba Makan Kerupuk” could be with a cool style and tea!

Or two and two dance balloon is such an outdated thing,

Better do with all people in one line!

When I do count the clock that tells the time.

In the way home, along the road.

Till I’m taken to the airport.

                                                                                                -p.puteri

11.4.21

There’s always some minute when I think I would give up.

When I feel that everything really goes worse.

That life just couldn’t be this harsh.

There’s often a thought appears, that it’s enough for me to pretend.

Act like I’m just the same.

Tell neither the lies nor the truths.

At one night I usually give up and explode.

At one day I planned to hide nothing to a girl.

But, no, I can’t.

Cause everything won’t be the same and goes worst.

If only you could read my mind, you would be in tears.

                                                                                                -p.puteri