Kamis, 27 Agustus 2015


Maybe you're such like a heroine
Like a nicotine
Like a glass of Chianti

The fact that I've never tasted them all,

Is the fact that you make me feel something I've never felt before.

Just look at your smile,

Then I would already fly.

Yogyakarta, 27th of August 2015
When I hear my brain whispers "Crap. You're in trouble, Babe."

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