Maybe this is the time for me to rise
Im so sure this is my turning point in life
To finally do the things I want the most
Its time for me to travel, unravel my bravery to act
Embrace my survival skill to the whole new level
I wish you can come with me
To be strong as individual and a perfect match when we're together
But how dare me
To want you to follow my path when you already have yours
Im sorry
I might not look at you anymore if you break me all over again
Instead,
I'll be gone
Vanish from your sight until you wonder about my existence
And when you're about to find me
I'll whisper to you
"Thank you but Im no longer stay"
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
As the dark hanging
The sailing just stare back straight
Wondering
Why there are haze covering
the room
With the raining on the pillow
It used to filled with echoes
From two person who insanely
fallen to
each other
The wall used to hear melodies
Four strings
Sometimes
It used to hear knowledges
Sometimes
It used to hear laugh, jokes,
And those heavy yet so soft voices
It used to saw the girl fall asleep
The echoes has long gone
But someone still holding on
Waiting it will come back around
While wondering
If the other wall in other room
Also miss them
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
If I can remember all of the things
We've said to each other
I would like to make those into a song
I would like to play it everyday
So I can hate you
If I can remember all of the things
We've done together
I would like to make those into a movie
I would like to watch it everyday
So I can hate you
But
You were a masterpiece
The best rhyme
The best melody
The best lyrics
The best harmony
I've ever heard
But
You were a masterpiece
The best actor
The best cinematography
You were the best art,
I've ever watched
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
We passed the summer
With bunch of joy
Dear, what if I told you
We made it
But why?
As the warm passed us
We were so weary
How dare we let the branch down
After all of the time we clinging desperately on it
Listen,
The birds start to hide their warbles
As they back to their nest
As we met the wind in autumn
They laughed
Because they knew
Our demise its getting closer than ever
Buried by the cold
In a cemetary called memory
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC