Sometimes he's not the one you are looking for,
but he is right there in front of you
It's not that he's incomparable but you have no one to compare him to
It's not that he makes you feel you're the only one on Earth but he's nice and once in a while, he gives you a compliment you think about all day and night
It's not that he's funny enough to do stand up comedy, yet he still makes you laugh with his corny jokes and stupidity
He's not the best looking guy out there but he makes you wonder whether looks even matter
It's not that he is your soulmate, but he's there when you need him

Slowly but surely, all these factors add up
and you start to fall for him

You find yourself falling in love with average

How can you guide a heart
When the heart isn't in there
When the heart has been stolen away.

How can you guide a heart
When it is juxtaposed to someone else's rhythm
When it has disappeared itself
And all that's left is just an empty space.

How can you guide a heart
When all that is left
Is an empty chest?

When he smiles
I feel like pushing a knife
Into my hopping heart
Because it gives me glimpse of how
Heaven looks like.

I still remember
The day we've met
On the first day of summer

I still remember
How your eyes shimmer
Whenever yours met mine

I still remember
The feelings I've felt
When we started talking

I still remember
The moment when I am walking alone
And you walked with me and everything feels so right

I still remember
The warmth of your love
That makes me sweat whenever you're around

I still remember
How I cried
On the last night of summer

I still remember
The day we'd met again
How you smiled at me while holding her hand

I still remember
The joy I've felt when I first saw you
And the pain I've felt when I last saw you

I still remember
Every details of it

I still remember...
I still...
**And I wish I'd forget

girl in the bathroom paints on her face
covering the spots on her skin
hoping to be like the others
cover it for the mornings
but reminded by the night time
knowingly she changes her looks
unknowingly she changes herself
shimmering colors reflect the lights
perfectly pinched pink cheeks
but her mascara-full lashes smear
and the wings of her eyeliner droop
she knows she'll never be like them
how could she love herself
when everything she sees in the mirror
are the things she hates most
cries as she stares at her reflection
she'll never be like the other girls
with genuine beauty and poise
but the other girls aren't authentic
they paint on their faces
to hide the real girl underneath