The week passed by
As quickly as it came
Nothing seemed to be interesting
For I haven't seen a trace of you

Everyday I was hopeful
That maybe just a glimpse
Maybe just a glance
I will witness your glorious presence

But everyday was a fail
I was a hopeless being
I forgot that we lead different lives
Separated by different worlds

It pains me to know
This inevitable truth
That I can't see you
That I can't be with you

At a time like today
When I badly need motivation
A sense of inspiration
I can say that I'm in desperation

So now, I surrender my pride
And pray to the heavens above
"Please let me be with him
*I cannot stand this longing anymore!"

some things are not meant to be returned
be it a library’s borrowed book
or hands that cannot hold ours and leave us cold

because we need those things
as reminders of the people
who once borrowed or took what belongs to us

and in our story

i know why i remember you so well:
it is my warmth which you borrowed
and my heart that you took

There is practically no distance that can cure this feeling i had for you.
Not even the miles, lands or galaxies,
not even the reality.

It was the rose
Who he misses
That once was his
Until one day he shattered it into pieces

It was the willow
Who he mistook for love
But he refuses to believe
That he's now in the sharp-edged of betrayal

The rose he was once longing for
Has grown itself into a magnificent one
Guarded by mischievous sacred shields
Even he can't divert any glance without causing his heart to hurt
But he'd do anything for his rose

And the willow too has grown
Into a dauntingly poisonous one
Also hazardous to touch
Even he's suffocating from the lies it built

He begin to wonder for the sake of love
For the guilt of breaking his rose
For misunderstanding his love

And he began to misses his rose once again
Though he doesn't deserve much
He's willing to get hurt to earn its love
It was his rose after all—
Who he hurt millions time harder a while ago

Shadows never lie, truth is found in darkness.

You are beautiful,
You are breathtaking
You are quirky,
You are funny,
You are unique,
You are awkward.
You are weird
You are loveable.
You are you,
And you is pretty
Damm spectacular.

my soul is
wandering
and i am
wondering
if it is
wandering
in search of you or
wondering
about the idea of you

Under the moonlight
I think about you,
About us,
The moments we've shared,
The promises you made
And broke
Under the moonlight.