Enigmatic.
17.Not matured enough to do every decision by myself.Always tittered.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Bitbitbit.
"She was mad till she feel sorry and she couldnt resist the feel of guilty till now" Thats how i feel for the past 1 year till now the 10th January.In mostly everything he did to make me stumble,i still have the guts to crawl just to justify the love we grew past 2 years.Im stuck in this feeling.Feeling guilty.Guilty of making him suffer before-he said so.Even i knew what i did is for my good and for his too but deep inside he makes me feel guilty.I cant even win the arguments anymore,arguments which likely everyone will say im right but he doesnt,he still think im cruel or some sorts of a heartbreaker in his point of view.And everytime i have the guts to stand up and tell him what i feel for this 1 year and 3 months,i just couldnt,i feel like he shoot me on the knee just to make me stumble and fall and i cant even stand up again.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Amare.
When you say thank you to me,
For some reason it hurts,
Like a magic spell
That doesn't get undone even after the good bye.
A hint of bitterness.
The flavor of life
Stuck in the midpoint between friends and lovers,
Like an un-riped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest
Because of being unable to move one more step forward
What's causing this frustration baby?
Sweet talk and tasteless conversations.
It sparks no interest in me
Even when things do not go the way you want
It doesn't mean you've thrown your life away
When asked 'What's wrong?'
I answer 'It's nothing'
The smile then disappears after goodbye
It's unlike me
The more I wish to believe in you,
For some reason it hurts even more
'I like you a lot' instead of 'I love you' sounds more like you
The flavor of life
The moment when you suddenly remember the scent of someone you had almost forgotten
I want to be able to openly and honestly cherish the white purity of the falling snow more
A future tender and warmer than a diamond
I want to grasp it, in this limited time we have, I want to spend it with you
Is it?
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