yang dulu kau buat sampai gila,
yang dulu kau kata kau puja-puja,
yang dulu kau perilakukan seperti sampah,
yang dulu kau ludah,
yang dulu kau tinggalkan kerana si gila,
yang dulu kau kata mempermainkan hati remaja..
yang kini kau cari semula. Kau kata kau mahu jumpa. kau mahu terangkan segalanya.
ketika ini aku rasa kau dah sama gila. serupa.
Lelaki,
kadangkala aku selalu ingin tanya,
kenapa disaat akhir kau upayakan segalanya.
hingga saat akhir kau kata itu kini masih tidak kesudahan,
kenapa sekarang baru kau mahu kata itu ini begitu begini rupanya.
Kau sangkakah hati hitam itu sudah kembali bernyawa?.
Lelaki gila. Perempuan Gila..
yang semakin hari tidak aku faham tujuannya.
p/s: Jangan jaja cerita. aib yang kau sendiri tak sangka.
You really changed,
ReplyDeleteWhere is the author who used to write fine lines from the heart? Where is your heart? Do you only have your heart during the nights when you were alone? And hide your heart when you are busy during the day?
All you wrote lately were lies. Beautifully crafted lies to please your readers. You know they were lies. There were no more of those Bicara Hati, the painful truth in your writings of tumblr, wordpress or twitter.
The old Rasyiqah was a proud girl, proud of what she has done every single second of her life. Proud of what she has become. Now she is afraid of the truth in her heart.
Find yourself, little girl.