Puisi Jolie

Bismillah,

Jadi, kemarin malam chat dengan @rorrisaustin tentang kuliah, dia bercerita kalo semester 6 ini dapet mata kuliah mengenai puisi. Oiya, Jolie ku ini (nama panggilan sayangku) skrg di Sastra Inggris UI angkatan 2011. Dia bilang ga pede kalo bikin puisi dan semacamnya, trs aku tetep kekeuh mau liat hasil tugas dia dong. Yang pertama adalah simile poem ini contohnya:

Yang kedua adalah acrostic poem, awalnya dia ngasih tau hasil tulisan dengan inisial nama "Rorrisa" dan ternyata itu bagus banget, trs aku iseng aja minta buatin heuheu eh sekitar setengah jam gitu, dia kirim ini dong :')

Strong (h)eart in the weak body
Pretending smile (a)fter tears
But (n)ot humble nor arrogant
Plays your own life's (i)nstrument

(L)ady Laila Lady Laila
Your beautiful (a)ngel standing besides you
Whispering (i)nfinity prayers
(L)ady Laila Lady Laila
You're not (a)lone, your angel holds your hand

 iyah, "hani laila" *mbrebes mili*

Doi sih udah kusuruh buat blog biar tulisannya bisa dinikmati orang lain gitu ya, eh gamau... kupikir ah nih anak pemalu banget pasti deh padahal masterpiece nya bagus, trs dia jawab "aku males ngurusin blog ah" ERRRRRRRR #kirimrudal

sekian ceritanya hihihi

Salam, Xx

These are The Things I Will Never Tell You

Bismillah

I will never tell you that I loved you. But I guess I did tell you, once, when we were gigling at the late night traffic pass through the city. And I guess I told you one other time-in that chatting after everything ended. Except it wasn't everything. It was just the things that I could get down, the things that I had the courage to type and send.

There are some things that I just can never and will never tell you.

I will never tell you how you made me feel more comfortable in my own skin that anyone else ever has.

I will never tell uou how much I needed you, needed our relationship. How much it meant to me and didn't try to be little or manipulate. Or maybe you did?

I will never tell you how alive I felt with you and how young.

I will never tell you how your place felt like home to me. How comfortable I felt among your minimalist furniture.

I will never tell you that sometimes I wondered what you saw in me. In the end, I guess it wasn't enough.

I will never tell you how mas I was that things ended on your terms. And yet, how relieved I was when it was finally over.

I will never tell you that I wanted it to last. That I wanted to be your person.

I will never tell you that hurts even more than not being together. I miss my best friend everyday.

I will never tell you how much it wrecked me when you said you were seeing someone else. How gutted I felt.

I will never tell you how horrible it made me feel that she met you family so much sooner that me. Ah I haven't met them yet.

And I will never tell you that I hate myself for still caring.

Salam.

Source: @ThoughtCatalog and Tumblr