people always told me that our lives are just like books,
we start with an introduction,
and as we go on, page by page, you’d realize your value, your worth
but like a character in a story, we’ve got our own sets of struggles, we’ve got our own sets of dilemmas,
and it’s always up to you, the decision always lies still in your hands,
do you go against the plot of your story?
do you go against your fate? or do you just stay still and let your stupid decisions succumb upon your life?
i’m a character of my own story. and i chose to end mine in a bad note.

the warmth of your embrace, soothes my inner being
like as if i don't wanna let you go
like as if i don't wanna lose a grasp of you.
but i know this won't last, i know it won't.

the touch of your hand, makes me feel calm.
like as if you have superseded my heart.
like as if i want you to make me yours.
but i know you no longer feel the same about me, i know you don't.