Desperate

Desperate

The star were tarnish, when I step behind.

Nothing can stop in deep of an honest.

Pain should be a wonderful in the dark.

Wings are not wind by the blow of beauty.

You stolen sun from my day, suddenly!

You stolen moon from my night, I can’t see…

But my guitar was played in harmonie,

to watch some kinds of deep inside of you,

it’s like honeydew in my morning.

Just like the glowing of my diamond ring;

Sprinkle, sparkling on this beautiful day

And will be disappear on broken night.

Pamekasan, 2011