Poetry,
I anchored my longing in my wishful thinking
I anchor my longing in my soul
so that there is no one who knows my complaints
I miss you
I miss your smile
I thought you wouldn't leave but reality turned out to be different from our original expectations.
I want to be with you like before
having fun laughing in the air
stanza after stanza we sew into memories
stanza after stanza we sew into pleasure
everything I have tried to keep us together
but bantala doesn't approve of the two of us