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Frert Aug 2017
You see..
Sometimes in life
You can not get what you want

You get something which could change
Your friends, your family, or even yourself, in a unexpected way

But when i see you
I stand still and that change me, in a good way

It stills haunt me as well
Past that i can't reach
The pressure which made me feel so small
Or inadequate

Dont love me
Because i dont think you will love my darkness
But please dont hate me
Because i dont think i can get through it

I just want you to know
That i love you but i cannot
Frert Aug 2017
Is there any dream decorated by night today?
A scar to remember?
And love which made for someone?

Or maybe some part of life who keeps busy
Searching for who am "i"?
And why am "i" here?

There are things that you dont know
And i dont know
But why dont we try to "wandered"?

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Life knows itself
And we cannot know everything in it
We just a dust in a galaxy
Time will say it when it comes

But

At least i am still here, for now

Laugh
Dream
Cry
Expect
Love
Try

As long as we lived today
Frert Aug 2017
Feelin' blue
But why my face becomes red?
Feelin' red
But why my eyes keep tearing me down?

"Try" to keep in control
Take steps to another
Running away
But why my mind keeps saying "you're erring?"

Slow it down
And look back again
But why everything seems so dark?

"What is wrong with me?"

And the heart says
You are not wrong!
Now, i will teach you, how to love your darkness
And then, you will know

How to love yourself.
just leaving some notes here. hehe. any feedback is welcome :)
Frert Aug 2017
When people fall in love
They will be more intuitive

But why am i living in my intuitive?
Not feeling i am in love with person
Nor thinking there is something that is distract in my mind

Then i know
I've been loved with personage more than a person
More than life itself
It feels warm and happy

Because we live not by our sight
But by our faith
And we sense it
Is it right or is it wrong?

Who keep craving us to keep more and more?
And what makes us feel so loved even more than life?

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When I love myself enough
i'm trying my best. sorry for the bad english

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