Mas Danangku

memangnya apa yang bisa kau janjikan... kamu hanyalah sama.. makhluk... menurunkan tak sudi aku di nilaimu yang memang dikutukan... tak sudi kau pakai aku... benar, aku pun jalang... tapi aku punya pilihan,,, SETAN... sudahlah kuputus saja perselingkuhan tanpa kembang... karena aku, punya pilihan...SETAN... aku sudah rindu dengan cintaku tuk ingin bermesraan, dahagaku mengering luas, menerobos rongga-rongga sepi, terpasung, terkunci, merong-rong batin dan hati... sudahlah, kau tawarkan saja manis janjimu itu pada ajing tuan Polan...

These are the worst situations I learn, yet I I’m foolish I know, yet I can do nothing I see, yet I just quite I feel, because mine is not septicaemia, but I just keep it Gong  Headquarter.. tired...

Awhile, I crash and rush out To berth that I spend awhile, someday, To whom that this sorrow be sent awhile, To whom that this loaded joy be held forever, But no, I don’t ask to the heart-beating Holder, To execute this desire, in love with, To scrounge her heart, as it used to be, If I ever foreshadow, but I would never be, I’m just a little son of man, No bravery, No shrewd brain to beat, But I’m not a quitter, not at all. I’ll recover it all, Because it must, Because I need, Because this is that a little man has to commit, And awhile I found her in sanguinely warm love, In whooshing time, Because I need her to accompany with, and no reasons to ignore with, I’ll try to let well enough alone. “In a rushing time, PogungLor, 16/03/11 at 1 pm. DK”