Puisi: "Ripped" by Aris Balu

I let the smoke cloud my judgment,

For a while, my world flashed upon those white strings, dancing above the tears of losing you

I've been drinking, perhaps for too much,

For I cannot stomach the days of pretending to never loved you

I'm sorry, but it's too late now

No mortals could escape the cold embrace of time

Fate, like a streaming river, laughs at the idea

How a stone-hard faith could stop its current

You wanted nothing from me,

Yet I can't make you happy