Feb 2018
The irony of having no idea what to write about pain
When that's what I feeling all these time
The jokes you gave
The waves of laughter you received
The fakeness of them all
The insecurities we feel
I hope you notice
I hope you understand
I hope you feel
I hope you see
I hope you don't
Whenever you touch me
A small hope arises
Then I see her
Now my dreams are scattered, forgotten
My desire grows every day
Telling them I know what I am doing
When I actually don't
Telling them I am okay
When I am really not
When that's what I feeling all these time
The jokes you gave
The waves of laughter you received
The fakeness of them all
The insecurities we feel
I hope you notice
I hope you understand
I hope you feel
I hope you see
I hope you don't
Whenever you touch me
A small hope arises
Then I see her
Now my dreams are scattered, forgotten
My desire grows every day
Telling them I know what I am doing
When I actually don't
Telling them I am okay
When I am really not
First draft: 0819116
Edit: 021117
This was heavily edited when it came here. The first draft was too cheesy, even I don't want to read it. I mean I know this is also cheesy (there's also the fact that it's for the guy I like) but I hope you could still like it :)
Edit: 021117
This was heavily edited when it came here. The first draft was too cheesy, even I don't want to read it. I mean I know this is also cheesy (there's also the fact that it's for the guy I like) but I hope you could still like it :)
