When,
I'm lonely,
just look at the sky, looking at the star,
sometimes its twinkling so peacefully and it can ease my pain.
but,
some other time there's nothing at the sky,
I try so hard to find something, nothing I get
no stars, no moon, or even a cloud
just an empty sky and darkness I found
maybe,
it's my destiny to heal my wound by my self
the wound caused by thinking of you
even,
it is so painfull,
I can't stop thinking of
no matter how hurt it is,
I never stop thinking of you
(dedicated for my first love, some who I can't forget for all the time)
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, December 3, 2007
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
All About Love
Love is a wonderfull thing.
They can brought a beautiful moment, like a never ending blossom season,
but sometimes it's hurting our heart deeply, so we think never can be heal anymore.
Love is a mysterious thing.
When love comes, we can do alot of crazy thing, just to make our couple give us their sweetest smile.
But when love move away, it's loke winter that freezing our heart,
so even if every singgle of our friends try to warm up, it never gonna melt.
Love is like a magic.
We don't know when it will come to us, in what it's looks like.
And we don't know when it will fade away.
They can brought a beautiful moment, like a never ending blossom season,
but sometimes it's hurting our heart deeply, so we think never can be heal anymore.
Love is a mysterious thing.
When love comes, we can do alot of crazy thing, just to make our couple give us their sweetest smile.
But when love move away, it's loke winter that freezing our heart,
so even if every singgle of our friends try to warm up, it never gonna melt.
Love is like a magic.
We don't know when it will come to us, in what it's looks like.
And we don't know when it will fade away.
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