"LOVE, REALITY, AND THE WORKAHOLICS' CURSE" in "RESTLESS: POETICALLY-SPEAKING"
- Aug. 15, 2014, 2:07 p.m.
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What do you see? I'm not the same person I used to be. A lot has changed in me, but we're still okay - aren't we?
There's that usual sweetness in your steel blue eyes. I guess it's always been your warm, yet mysterious smile. I'm glad I didn't have to lie. I'm thankful that, at least, I can still see you for a while.
How I wish I could always protect you, even when you don't need me to, and even when there's not much I can do. You know I hate to see you so blue.
It's just reality between us. Should I feel crushed? Perhaps you're the hero who doesn't have to save my life. Maybe I shouldn't wish for you to help me strive.
You know what's true. Sometimes love comes and strikes in funny ways to you...
R.
(Jakarta, 11/8/2014 - 4:30 am)
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