is selflessness a sweet way to self-destruction?*









*well--
it's their problem for having a bad attitude
after all the concerns and cares people gave to them.

Anger strikes up bad memories
even though it has been buried
years and centuries ago

all the good times
seem so blank in the back pages
like a trigger for deletion

oh this one time
sorry seems just passing by--
echoed the blind man.

Love*
is it a noun or a verb?









*an understatement.

There's an ***
in the--









***ignment;

*procrastinator.

someone once said to me that
such agony in broken heart that
s/he equalized it with die alone that
in time it made me realize that
it must have hurt them such in pain that
no one could have not fathom what
they're in right now.




*such a valid tale.

they say autumn is beautiful
yet everything is dying--







so does white lie

she doesn't craving for his kiss
she doesn't yearning for his hug
she doesn't longing for his touch
she doesn't desiring for his caress
she doesn't aching for his stroking

literally

she doesn't longing for his miss
she doesn't desiring for his care
she doesn't craving for his honesty
she doesn't yearning for his sincerity
she doesn't aching for his "its killing me seeing you with anyone else but me" beauty*

now put the doesn't away
she wants him--
all

Give me songs--










So I can hear you.

Someone's been talking
some others been listening
this one
been writing
and listening
unfortunately
not for him
it's The Shins "Caring is Creepy" been playing
deep inside been asking
"when will the class ends, Darling?"

Today we learn.
Tomorrow we remember.
Past few moment we shared.
Always expect the unexpected
But when it did
We never ready anyway.

Life must go on,
Love.