Tell me how to make you disappear
from my mind completely,
vanish without a trace
from the depths of my late night thoughts
and evaporate
from the sound of songs
that made me think of you.
Live the moment. Cherish the present. Anticipate the future. Frame the yesteryear.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
I am numb
I lose my dreams in translation
and find them hiding
behind your ears
I’ve lost my love to despair,
my own love has become
much too dangerous
to share
I’ll sleep in the cold
just to feel something
When it comes down to it
but I am numb
even hopelessness
is as incurable
as a disease
and my fingers and toes turn blue
and find them hiding
behind your ears
I’ve lost my love to despair,
my own love has become
much too dangerous
to share
I’ll sleep in the cold
just to feel something
When it comes down to it
but I am numb
even hopelessness
is as incurable
as a disease
and my fingers and toes turn blue
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Butterflies
Even tho I try to convince myself that I’m over you, I still get that butterflies every time I see your name or every time I get your text. But nvm, I’ll always be here, watching you in silence.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Missing
She misses her mum.
She misses the long talk they used to have.
She misses everything that she couldn't get now.
And what hurts her the most is,
The fact that her mum still there, in front of her, and yet the distant grow futher.
She just wanted her to hug her, or at least listens to all her stories, again.
She misses the way she used to be.
And she just wanted to have a place called home. A real home. She doesn't care where it is, but what matters the most is, she'll be there for her, that's it for her, a real home.
She misses the long talk they used to have.
She misses everything that she couldn't get now.
And what hurts her the most is,
The fact that her mum still there, in front of her, and yet the distant grow futher.
She just wanted her to hug her, or at least listens to all her stories, again.
She misses the way she used to be.
And she just wanted to have a place called home. A real home. She doesn't care where it is, but what matters the most is, she'll be there for her, that's it for her, a real home.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Broken
She's broken, lost, damaged. She doesn't even know who she is. She lost in the middle of the crowd. She's drowning in the ocean of people. She's sobbing like a kid in the middle of the night. She has no idea who she is. She acted so much that she doesn't even realize, she's torn into pieces. Pieces that she couldn't even find. Depressed, frustration and even the thought of killing herself. She even thinks to cut, but that's gonna be obvious. She doesn't want anybody to find out what she's going through. For the time being, she just let herself sobbing all night long, to heal her broken hearted. May she find her happiness or at least a cure to her broken pieces.
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