I was sleepless last night. Sobbing,
the little girl in me said she was tired
of being cold under frayed veil,
and she was longing for the delight
of dancing on my pleasure's tip
I didn't know how to comfort her
for I had no consolation, no solace
to offer. It was me and the night,
held her shaking dreams for a dear life
we were worn out empty at dawn.
17/11/2011
© Era Fiyantiningrum
