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Jey Nov 2014
I saw you tapping moon for moonshine
And sipping straws straight from the sun
Tell me little star, if I was just dreaming
A far fetched familiar *smile
Jey Nov 2014
You can't
love
someone
just because
you need them.

Never mislead
the idea
of love
with your
selfishness.
Jey Nov 2014
You wait for it
but it never comes.
Sometimes,
you feel like stopping,
you feel like giving up.
But how can you do that
when it’s the only thing
you've been wanting
all these years?

Tengo un corazón sediento.
And I want to get drunk.
Jey Nov 2014
You have
to accept the fact
that sometimes
people you love
don’t love you
back.
Jey Nov 2014
Jen, stop being so clingy.
People will leave eventually.
Jey Nov 2014
'Kilig (Tagalog) – Kilig is similar to forelsket (Norwegian)…it’s the “weak in the knees, spontaneous blushing and quickening pulse, butterflies in the stomach” sensation you get when you see the person you’re in love with.' (c) Thought Catalog
Jey Nov 2014
She is the divinity;
     of her own supreme world.
     The translucent spot,
     on a porcelain that is old.

She is the aftermath.
     that followed a long day.
     The upshot of everything;
     gone along the way.

She above anyone;
     is the reason why I write.
     Tonight at this lonely;
     only helped by the moonlight.

She is the hope;
     of every heart that has ever loved.
     Brings fate to every end;
     the cause to what someone might have.

She who waits;
     patiently for her own Apollo.
     Will do whatever it takes;
     and meet him with her bow.

She who moves the nephelae;
     to every cover and pall.
     The ominous to my reality;
     was her blear and SHE.
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