First time we talked, you thought that I was funny We talked a lot from that day And you recognized me as your friend It was really a move, because I started to liking you
You looked at me in the eyes, with those brown iris. You were sad that day, and you said that I am your best friend Your sad eyes blinded me I was drowning, but you were too sad to see
Morning came I realized your words "best friend" It was a sign that I should stop my fight
When our knees touched I didn't even know to move my body or not. Intoxicating, and terrifying at the same time
It was December We were close than ever You wished me happy birthday And I almost said "I love you too"
I knew it from the start this whole thing could really pained me "you can't be friend with someone you love" But still, dumb girl, do the dumb things
You just don't know if you are just being critical or judgemental. Careless or stupid. You got excited and bored at the same time. Loving the moments but still want to go home. Laughing and feel condescended at the same time. Feel pity but have no courage to help. You think before you said something but sometimes you just rambling nonstop. You feel motivated as **** and then you wondering if you could just vanished. You pray, pray, and pray but you still feel not content about yourself. God will guide you when you lost. But you are not lost. You are on clear paths. Gun on your sleeve. But you just high. High of hurly burly of life. Cause you unintentionally took the wrong pills and then your life suddenly change.
Hot air blows on your face Radio plays on the background You on your balcony, Looking at the streets below you Watching people passing by, carrying excitement in their steps.
And suddenly you remember Remember your old friends from your old life Your old parents in your old house Your old books in your old bedroom And your old journal with your old feelings
I saw stars, people laughing and pretty books cover. I heard the sound of wave, crashing on each other, the sound of my mother called me over the kitchen and the quite ticking sound of my clock in the middle of the night. I touched hot cup of coffee, I sensed heavy rain until it hurts, I hold some babies hand. I tasted sweetness of cheap ice cream, bitterness of unknown food and confusing flavor of my own chapstick. I breathed nature, smelled strangers perfume and your perfume maybe. What am I waiting for?
he glowing, burning; she, aloof, satirical; he, bound for adventure; she, mored to the shore; he, launched, incautious; she, solitary, left out - and, ready to implore a share,
saw the sea did not dive into the waves waited the sunset walked a thousand miles away but there was no good reason. got lost in the dark, and pleaded with star but the horizon looked down, and the star was far away
What is it when you afraid that he’ll change and you are just tired because you are still the same person when you were 10 years old.
What is it when the idea of not seeing each other for a short times make your chest feels like being stampped with a very big book. Is it a love? when you want nothing to do with him but his stare makes your whole body trembling.