Zahra Septianingsih (34)

Birthday’s

In the past,
I couldn’t wait to get a year older.
To get more recognition, more respect.
To seem bigger and stronger.

I can still remember the anticipation

and then waking up on the big day.
Jumping into bed with mum and dad,
asking them to finally get up,
eating cake and getting presents.

What happened?
Where did that happy child go
that I used to be?
Birthdays became a burden.
They will never be the same again.
And neither will I,

-poetry
Zahra Septianingsih (34)

Blue Jeans – Gangga

Calling you late at night

Talking 'bout nothin'
But we're always laughing

These dumb conversations

They raise my affections
Those were the good times
And I miss the old times

Have I told you lately?

That I miss you badly?

Sometimes I wish
That I could still call you mine
Still call you mine
Now all I've got is
The stain on my blue jeans
The only way I could
Remember that you were once mine
Your voice were lullabies

I would be listenin'
'Til I was sleeping
But our situations
It stopped our relations
Why did we end it?
Don't want to believe it

'Cause I'm feelin' lately

That I miss you badly

Sometimes I wish
That I could still call you mine
Still call you mine
Now all I've got is
The stain on my blue jeans
The only way I could
Remember that you were once mine

Sometimes I wish
That I could still call you mine
Still call you mine

Now all I've got is

The stain on my blue jeans

The only way I could

Remember that you were once mine