Tuesday, October 16, 2007

8:11 PM

i know its not too late.

Being here without you is rather a torture for me.
I don't know what's wrong.
I just can't go on.
It feels like you're setting me free.

I carved your initials on my hand.
It heals away.
The pain i feel, is just for you to come back friend.
Moving on isn't a solution in my view,
but looking at things, you're making things blue.

The moment i sit on the bench, to listen to the birds chip,
i smell no scent from the flowers and instead i see souls witter.
This is signs of solitution that ultimately asks you to return to my life.

imy. i swear! come back will you ?

*Myself

Apparently, like what one of my love always point out to me. People use this space to brag about how great god's creation is or telling the world how much they detest their own race or religion or even start whining about how much they hate their ugly girlfriend or boyfriend. I find it rather weird though. If that's the case, it defeats the title man! How saddening to see them use illiterate brans with no enzyme juices to be squeezed out because it seems to be typical man! Gosh! Anyhow, judge me for yourself.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

*Myself

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