by Nuria Rizka Isfandhani on Thursday, February 10, 2011 at 5:45am
when the moon appears through my backyard bars..
when my heart beating vibes so fast..
love is the matter..
when butterflies fly high in front of ur door..
when birds spread lullaby song in the evening..
when ur scent tellin blossom fragrance..
love is the answer..
is that, love calling?
is that, love answering?
is that.. true.
feels like thousands arrows come to u,
feels like world with no oxygen,
feels like.. true.
I don't need gesture
I don't need flower
shame on u stupid cupid
