Saturday morning jumped out of bed,
screaming out the words I dread,
"I think I love you."
I'll be doing this, if you ever doubt,
till the love runs out.

[And] what would I do without your smart mouth,
when the days are cold, and the cards all fold?
[I would tell you,] "if you'll give your all to me,
I'll give my all to you,"
[but,] all you ever did was wreck me.

My head's underwater
'cause all of me loves all of you.
This isn't how I ever saw it going down.

You [would] call me at night,
and I [would] pick up the phone.
And though [you'd be] telling me,
I [knew] you [were] not alone.
You say that you'd take it all back,
that the past is the past,
it was a moment of weakness
and you said, "Yes."

You said, "Can't you just get over it,"
but do you honestly expect me to believe
we could ever be the same?
It’s hard to deal with the pain,
but I’m doing It.
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends,
but I’m doing It.

No... no, no, no...
You should've said "No", baby,
I shouldn't be asking myself, "Why?"
Cause what [you] did to us was tragic,
and what we had was really magic.

[But] you really don't need to worry,
[though[ you can see that I've been crying,
it turned my whole world around,
[but] I'll be alright.

[But] what hurts the most was being so close,
and having so much to say,
and watching you walk away.
[Though,] we were bound to be set free eventually,
I just wish I knew then what I know now.
That according to you: I'm stupid, I'm useless,
I can't do anything right. According to you
I'm difficult, I **** at telling jokes,  
boring, [a] girl with the worst attention span.
According to you, I’m moody, can’t show up on time, hard to please.
You’re the boy who put up with that.
According to you.

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
I need to feel appreciated,
like I'm not hated.
You said that I’m a disease.
Why you gotta be so rude?
[Well,] there are many things that I
would like to say to you...

[And] I know better than that, “don't let them in,
conceal, don't feel,”
I know better [to just], “let it go, let it go.”
I was completely not me,
but baby I'm coming clean.
[You’re probably scared to find out]
if I could say anything, anything
what would it be?

[It would go something like this.]
Yesterday I found out about you,
even now just looking at you feels wrong.
Wanting you, to be wanting me.
No that ain't no way to be.
I realized now I deserve so much more
than what you give.

[Well?] Loser, loser hope you love her
'cause you're stuck with her now.
Am I suppose to be torn apart
Broken-hearted in a corner crying?
Pardon me if I don't show it...

Hey boy I would of thought that when you left me
I'd be broken with my confidence gone.
Hey I'd never would of thought that when you left me
I'd feel **** and so good in my skin again.
I'm so over it, I've been there and back.
Moving on, it's my time, you never were a friend of mine.
[Oh, and] before you go, tell me this:
Where'd you meet that low down, up town,
slept with every guy around, pressed on eyelash, no good,
white trash[-- no,] ...was it worth it?
'Cause every inch of me is perfect from the bottom to the top.

[So] by now I hope you know...

[That] according to [me,]
I look so good without you
got me a new hairdo
looking fresh and brand new
since you said, "that we're through."
Done with your lies
baby now my tears dried,
you can see my brown eyes
ever since you said goodbye.
I look so good, I look so good without you.
I look so good, I look so good without you.

Na na na na, na na na na
hey hey hey, goodbye.
I'm so over it....

.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~~
Those might have been told in any other way
but you could not understand
No, No this is not a spring song
Not even a fairytale

An exclusive secret,
a pain which originates within a love,
reverberates with the rebel song,
within your known sky, wind

Naturally has seen in dreams
Rarely meets with the real
Crops of thousand wishes,
As the Vinci's Mona Lisa

Truly forms in nature
which has a vitreous luster
As the Crystal of Sapphire blue
where the beauty beyond

Of the words mystery unveiled,
yet the fascination of the Poe's uncovered poetry,
As the fathomless depth of Mid Atlantic ridge,
which goes a long way

Tastes like the first kisses of love
which is full of longing
where whole life is covered with dissatisfaction,  
within the prospect of ever known

Like an old wine
where levels of alcohol is too high
After spreeing over the night,
Still hanging in,
Even after taking the morning black coffee
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

.
..
The dream was broken in transit
with an ant's bite
thought,
the rest of the part in another night,
in another dream
but that didn't happen

Then one day
at the last bus of the night,
I saw her with someone
Not in a dream rather in the reality  

She got to the next stop
I called out,
She left with a mystic smile,
disappeared within the shadows

Then  didn't go anymore
I missed the bus or the bus left me  
Either couldn't went back to home
Or not to go any other place in front  
.......

.
..
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~