Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch
Come...
Come back...
Come back to us...
Come back to use, please...
Every line’s a trigger
What you choose to believe
will affect how you perceive.
A picture’s worth a thousand words,
or possibly less or more.
There’s more than meets the eye.
When you're gone
I wish for another day with you
Impossible but it's true
No one is ever ready for such news
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
brick by brick
layers of cement so thick
a real concrete
typically grey, so bland
to ward off the creeps
The bitch-fest seems to drag on and on
No wonder the soap operas’ ratings are down
Each finds ways to stab their opponents
perhaps until all is completely gone
What’s with the bad blood?
Information jumbled-up
requiring double, triple-checks
even as all floods
right into your brain and heart
The clock is ticking
How do we get to be this estranged?
We’re all the same
treating each other differently
instead of trying to understand
without too much judgment
How do you know you’re not missed?
Try to walk away and disappear
Who’s going to reach out to you?
Seriously, who?
You’re probably offended
She longs for peace
like the soft wind’s breeze
to help her sleep
cast off the creeps
She longs for dreams
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.