Awake

I am not awake, yet
This sweet dream is just too strong
I am not awake, yet
It hugs me so long

I am sleeping, still
Close my eyes and keep dreaming
Illusion, indeed, illusion
Not real but I keep dreaming

I cannot move on
My body is too aching to move
I cannot let go
My heart is too heavy to lift

I am not awake, still
It is too beautiful to be left behind
It is too warm to be set apart
But it is just a mirage
Yes, it is too tight to detach from...


Ika Septianasari

Depok, 27 September 2012

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