we
by Trianto

This is not about me, but about us.
Nor is it about you, it's about us.

We were never able to be together.
We were only in the imagination.
And we were there only in the story.

But on this sense, is not just a story, not just imagination.
Love never converge.
We were just buried in the heart.
Will linger in rainbow colors themselves.

Though the love has gone, and the beloved have forgotten.
But our love story will always remain immortal and there in the sky of love stories.