she cried on the third
in the middle of the night
cradling her sorrows
which resurfaced from the burrow

the hurt was sparkling greatly
holding an immense armor of maybe
maybe she's still the girl from the past
maybe she can never be steadfast

she let it drown her
until the tears were over
then she closed her eyes, took a flight
this is good night

it took sixteen days
before another night turned to a haze
tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through
inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues

I played the song you wanted me to hear

when all I did was to hug myself out of fear,

I couldn't think of any words to describe,

the feeling I had when the music starts reaching -

to myself that night.

There was an ache in every word

that hit my heart so quickly.

I don't know if it was sadness visiting me,

or the loneliness that's trying to **** me.

Love cannot be measured by color red
For it bears more than just the color of blood
And more than the idea of your pumping heart

It cannot be measured by any means
You cannot say how deep it could be
For love is love, and love is still
If you love someone, you never change, you stay, you always will.

Because love is a once in a lifetime hit
Not like a shooting star with unli wish
And it may have its different kinds
We really cant tell love based on our silly signs

And though your quest for love
Might lead you to your first heartbreak
From a once happy, now aching heart
What a tragic twist of fate

But as you fall into the depths
Of confusion, doubt and pain
One person will again hold your heart
Trying to put you back in place

But know that we're still young and free
You know, there's still much to see
Kisses and hugs and monthsaries
Are not the only reasons to be happy

Don't seek love to hit your way
Don't take Cupid's own play
Because "love at first sight" isn't true
True love is "growing old with you"