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Stained Page Feb 2016
Every actions will cause an effect.
     Every gravity will cause a pull.
          Every push will cause a fall.*

All the matter in this Earth are linked together, bonded and all in relation.
Stained Page Feb 2016
Earnestly, I once believed to this loving sound
Profoundly, I try to fathom why things fall out
Severely, I always question and bother why
Completely, I was lost in depth but dear I'm found
Stained Page Sep 2015
It is like an abc, it has a point of limit, a zenith
It is like a good book, time will come that it needs to end
Like a cup of well brewed coffee, it will give you a satisfaction at the every sip, but soon it will come to its last drop
Like a strong perfume that taints the air, soon, that luring smell will faint
Like a cherry blossom that will make us all fall in love
Soon, those buds and petals will fall into the ground

That's why we should savour all the wonderful feelings while it is there

Treasure the past
Delight with the present
Await for the future
Stained Page Sep 2015
“If i could just scribe my love everywhere for you..
Write it on the wall, breathe it through the air. That anywhere you would go, whatever you will look at. You’ll remember my love.”
Stained Page Sep 2015
I tried so hard to make you stay
But all you did is push me away
Are we this easy to get swayed
Unable to get you persuade

I told you I'd rather die
If you will say goodbye
I asked you why
You answered me with a lie

I know you still love me
You still wanted to have me
Or it is all one sided now
Making me feel so low

You left me confused
Leaving me on the loose
You told me you love me
I heard it a hundred of times

You made me love you this deep
And now it can't be sweep
You made my inside leap
But now it felt raw and ripped
despair love
Stained Page Sep 2015
As the tip of my pen landed on the pad
As the ink started to stain on the sheet
As my thoughts became words scribbled into prints
As everything ebb from my mind
As I move my hand from left to right

                 *I know as soon as I finished this

I will be all right
writing thoughts
Stained Page Sep 2015
“In this little gallery inside my heart, I would love to put you in front, and be the center of all.. Because you are my center of all. For me you are a piece of art, carved and detailed into perfection, with no flawed strokes left. Inside of you is a perfect abstract. I don’t know if there is a perfect abstract, but perhaps that kind of art is perfect in the painter’s way of how they perceive things. I want those intricate lines inside you be understood by no one else in this world but me. You are this kind of art that is making my insides spill paints, and mix them into a perfect mess, a beautiful mess.”
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