by Yudha Aditya

Created on: January 18, 2010

Hockey Game of a Lover

On the wide platform you leave me

wide platform of your heart

where the ice covers

Makes me cold

Makes me hunger

Hunger of love

that I’ve been dying for

You turned me left

and turned me right

On the wide platform of your heart

I glide by your stick

Perhaps I’m just a puck

in a hockey game of your own

Hockey game of love

Your nice words are just illusions

Sway me hard, no compassion

Wish I could leave

But no, I can’t leave

I’ve trapped

between sounds of tick-tack of your slaps

between my logic and my heart

between consciousness and imagination

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