Bandung

I was born in the middle of city

where things are crowd and fancy

I found myself a little tiny

not the body but the thoughts about me

I feel like the most of time I’m lonely

but somehow there’s people around me

taught me to be happy

I’m easy to love

but to be happy I’m not sure really

I was love to draw

I was love to having what I don’t own

I was love to seen people staring at me

love, still I don’t know what it is

but if it hurts, I do maybe

if I don’t swim I’ll drown

I’m running out of rhymes