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haniiine
haniiine
Filipino Peculiar introvert. / Smitten with someone who's hardly smitten with me.
You make me feel loved. You make me feel needed. But that’s always before you got what you wanted.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Always unrequited
A family who have everything they need and want. Have this little girl who wants nothing but a harmonious life.
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Untitled
You’re the man I want to be with forever The man that I want to grow old with together But I have to stop this fantasy and face the reality That in real life, this love story is nothing but a tragedy
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Untitled
Nothing will last. And eventually one of you will leave. Because no matter how much you wanted to save someone from drowning, you will always be busy trying to save yourself from the flood.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:59 AM UTC
The morals of break ups
Do not believe someone When they say you're okay. Because you know you're not and they are only telling you what you want to hear so you'll leave them alone and they can go on with saving themselves. Do not believe the song That tells of things getting better. Because it won't, It's only there to be bought from record stored along with the others that offer temporary relief. Tomorrow you'll be sad again. Do not believe yourself when you feel cold. Coldness is non existence. There is only an absence of warmth. But believe me when I say That I am here and I love you; That not everybody hates you. Because there is no such thing as hate, There is only absence of love.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:28 AM UTC
Do not believe
You laid your eyes on me and beamed. Oh gosh I can feel my stomach flutter!  You walked away. I turned away. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me. Someone is calling someone and suddenly I hear someone calling my name. That voice, the voice I wanted to hear everyday, The same voice I dream to have conversations with. I missed that voice. The voice I used to hear singing me songs. The voice I used to hear saying my name, sweetly. That voice that sent shivers through my spine. The same voice that I hear even when I’m dreaming. Your voice who told me those two big words, “Trust me.” I glance back and saw you, nearer. As if you wanted to talk to me. That hair, your messy hair that goes beyond perfect with your looks. Those dimples, your five ******* dimples that will only be visible when you smile. And yet I’m seeing that smile, as if it was made for me, only for me to see. Those eyes, those brown smoky eyes that lit up my soul whenever I look at it. But I instantly pushed those thoughts away. Maybe he’ll going to ask me why I’m here. “Why are you here?” Watching you. I’m watching you from afar. That’s the truth! “I just want to talk to her.” To you! It’s you that I want to talk to, always. ⎯ “I need to ask her something.” What’s wrong with my mouth? It says clashing words from what I really wanted to say. It’s like it’s have it’s own life that I can’t control. Or maybe, I’m just afraid to reveal my feelings in view of the fact that you might not feel the same. “Oh, I thought you’re wat⎯” you murmur, “never mind. It’s nothing.” You walked away. And as your body walk off with mine, you brought my heart but never left yours with mine. Most of the times it confuse me, why are we afraid? Here we go again… Afraid to say the words worth saying, and not risking anything. And maybe, I’ll **** that someone who introduce us the phrase, “Prevention is better than cure.” As it is harder to prevent someone you love, when you know that it’s them who can cure you.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
I can't admit it, I love you.
You laid your eyes on me and beamed. Oh gosh I can feel my stomach flutter!  You walked away. I turned away. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me. Someone is calling someone and suddenly I hear someone calling my name. That voice, the voice I wanted to hear everyday, The same voice I dream to have conversations with. I missed that voice. The voice I used to hear singing me songs. The voice I used to hear saying my name, sweetly. That voice that sent shivers through my spine. The same voice that I hear even when I’m dreaming. Your voice who told me those two big words, “Trust me.” I glance back and saw you, nearer. As if you wanted to talk to me. That hair, your messy hair that goes beyond perfect with your looks. Those dimples, your five ******* dimples that will only be visible when you smile. And yet I’m seeing that smile, as if it was made for me, only for me to see. Those eyes, those brown smoky eyes that lit up my soul whenever I look at it. But I instantly pushed those thoughts away. Maybe he’ll going to ask me why I’m here. “Why are you here?” Watching you. I’m watching you from afar. That’s the truth! “I just want to talk to her.” To you! It’s you that I want to talk to, always. ⎯ “I need to ask her something.” What’s wrong with my mouth? It says clashing words from what I really wanted to say. It’s like it’s have it’s own life that I can’t control. Or maybe, I’m just afraid to reveal my feelings in view of the fact that you might not feel the same. “Oh, I thought you’re wat⎯” you murmur, “never mind. It’s nothing.” You walked away. And as your body walk off with mine, you brought my heart but never left yours with mine. Most of the times it confuse me, why are we afraid? Here we go again… Afraid to say the words worth saying, and not risking anything. And maybe, I’ll **** that someone who introduce us the phrase, “Prevention is better than cure.” As it is harder to prevent someone you love, when you know that it’s them who can cure you.
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Soaked in hard rain I'm walking forlornly In a quiet street With an endless darkness Without my heart in mine Left with no one I wept in disgrace Knowing tomorrow will not be The same again Shivers thru my spine In this freezing night Will be forever Until you came I recognise the gleam When you arrived; You brought me felicity That I somehow forgot When I'm in pain. Failing to remember All those grief Will be facile But pledge you'll remain And I'll do the same.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
You're my hope