Sssh!

Aku memanggilnya
Tp, Sssh!
Lalu aku sembunyi
OK, aku memang pemalu.lebih parahnya lagi, penakut
Aku mengejarnya
Tp, Sssh!
Lalu aku berbalik
Baiklah, aku memang bodoh.lebih parahnya lagi, tolol
Sssh!
Tak usah banyak protes
Aku tau diriku sendiri
Aku tau apa yang sedang kulakukan
Aku mengerti apa yang akan kulakukan
Aku sadar apa yang seharusnya kulakukan
Jangan banyak protes
Aku baik-baik saja

(repost fb's note; 14 Mei 2009, 16:28)

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