how do we supposed to love?
or
how do we supposed to be loved?
completely different question
and there's something in the middle of those question
are we deserve to be loved in some ways?
or may be
we deserve the love that doesn't even exist
the love that doesn't come for us
but
there's one question inside my head
what does love supposed to be meant?
how'd we supposed to define love it self?
and i couldn't find any answer

when i saw her
she was so perfect
i couldn't resist
i had a feeling for her
a heartwarming face and some cute act
who could resist that?

It's so easy to fall for someone when they're smiling.
When they shine so bright you forget how bad your thought was.
When they utter the most heartwarming stories you forgot what ruined your day.
When they are so full of life you forgot what caused your worries.
It's so easy to fall for someone when they're smiling.
Glistening. Happy. Inviting. Alive.
It's so easy to fall for someone's shining robe.
Would you still fall for me when I am wrecked, crying my heart out for my failed accomplishments?
Would you still fall for me at 2 p.m, when my smiles turns to frowns and warm chuckles turn to tears?
Would you still be able to look at me trembling and cursing, the same way you do when you saw me smiling and cracking those jokes?
Would you still be able to admire me when my strength fumbles and my anger takes over?
It's so easy to fall for someone when they haven't open themselves up to you.
It's so easy to fall for someone when you know nothing.