*And so I took a deep breathe,
and start again.
Everyone pushes me.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
I'm not good enough in faking.
I'm not good enough in faking,
a love.*
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
"wanna go to the park?" he asked.
That was the first time I feel a weird beat in my chest.
We went to the park.
I saw him sipping his soda; but I know he's sipping out his pain.
I saw him knocking his knuckles to the tree, as we laugh to Family Guy; but I know he's knocking out his fears.
I saw him moving closer next to me, because the rest of the bench is wet; but I know he's moving closer to a temporary source of happiness.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
People are like rain.
They are falling,
and crashing.
They thought that was meant to be;
falling,
and crashing down to the earth.
They thought that's just how life works.
They thought life could only throw them down.
I was one of them, back then.
Until I melt down into a pool of storms.
I was falling,
and crashing,
and crawling.
Until I found myself sprawl in the middle of the storm, flowing with the others.
But I stopped.
And bless myself among happiness; rain.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Life is too short to go to the same coffee shop every morning,
sipping another Vanilla Latte to start the day.
To walk on the same road all over again.
To wear the same shirt every week.
But he is not like that.
He eats cereal for his dinner,
and grapes for the next day,
or maybe sausages.
He buys different kind of breakfast,
from different kind of stores every morning.
Today he use bike to work,
and tomorrow he will use bus,
but last week he used taxi,
because he just received his first check.
He drops out of school,
because he don't like school.
He also don't celebrate birthdays.
That's what I like about him.
He opens different kind of door every morning,
expecting another surprise for that day.
Craving for another adventure,
waiting for another experiences.
He is always new,
He is always mad.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
*Love is Easy
Love Me Like You Do
Love Don’t Cost A Thing
Love Yourself
Love Me
Love Me
Say that you love me
Love Before I Die
Love Like This
Love You Goodbye
Love Song
Love Away
Love in The Dark
Love
Love
Love
Love*
I’m losing the meaning of love.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Isn't it just weird that the only one who always be with you is Time?
No, not even your Lover, or your Brother.
Not even your Father.
When they break your heart, who was there with you?
Time.
Time will always be with us,
In every high, in every low.
For everyone who ever feel alone.
Time will always be there, to tell you to keep going,
move on.
Time will not leave you.
Not even a second.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
*Your eyes are the most beautiful thing of my day.
That light brown eyes that lit whenever you see me,
I don't mind gazing through your shining stares the whole day.
Your skin looks so pale.
It looks very cold.
As cold as January,
I would love to warm you up as if I'm a Christmas sweater.
Your lips looks so delicious.
God, your lips looks so delicious,
I really want to have it for my dessert.
Your hair is as crazy as what I feel about you.
That dark brown hair, highlighted with tinted sunlight,
I want to stroke your hair every single of your sleepless nights until you fall asleep.
Baby, too bad. You live in my computer screen.
And I only exist in yours.*
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
*There's a chair in the corner of the room
Sit.
You might want to sit.
Sit, as I stab you slowly with my words.
Sit, as I let you taste the juices of my words.
Sit.
Here.
I promise it won't be as hurt as what you have done to me.*
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
I just have to spend
all my sleepless nights
sitting at the porch
holding a glass full of hope
wondering if you feel
the same way
as I feel about you,
each and every seconds of the day.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
I took off my coat and my sneakers,
threw myself on the bed, as if I’m home.
I felt the cold sheet massaging my body,
I have left this bed for a long time.
I never want to get up.
After a long and exhausted adventurous love trip,
I never want to leave.
I don’t want to missed my next love trip without you again.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC