I stand in between both solstice;
It’s like the sky opened and God handed you directly to meI know it sounds crazy but so is life, I’m sinkingAnd feeling like your heart is beating solely for mePlague every thought of you while I’m trailing you like you’re securityLost, we couldn’t know our paths would cross but time knew itFeet sticking out the window, a opportunity climbing through itPain for sale, looking to find a new takerChance to speak blown, when you looked at me I looked in the newspaperI’m miles out of my way, creepy, I want moreWas gonna turn back but you stuck your key in your front doorI’m standing across the street, stars that aligned us to meetStanding outside with your trash feeling incompleteMy finger aching for your doorbell like a random blogInstead I lurk outside in the cold like an abandoned dogPerish the thought, you should cherish the words that I got in my mouthThe only words that can truly explain how I got in your house!
Just leave me alone after 9:27 PM
Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.
Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.
Before I started to miss you, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.
When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.
To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again.
Believe in me, I will change for you. Its not a empty promise. The other day, I saw u at the opposite block in our school campus. I tried to avoid u. I finally turn my head a little to steal a glance – a final glance maybe - at you. I cannot see you clearly, because in front of my eyes are my own tears. You were so near yet... so far... I ran out of school. I did not know why i did that. I felt so useless.
On the way home... I was missing you that i cried in the bus. I did not know I was crying till i felt itch on my cheeks, it was the tears. I haven't seen it coming. I tried to walk fast home while holding back my tears. More tears came out eventually. Once I got in to my home. I cried so hard and so long till my eyes were red and swollen. Thoughts kept coming to me. How am i suppose to face you. damn... Im afraid of every possible answer. I miss you..
I go to sch not because im there to study, but to be with u, at least for that day. When your not there for that particular day. I wont attend school. So that I can be free to sms you and care for u. I regretted not trying my best to attend classes earlier to get to know u earlier. Im useless. I know crying dosn't help. But yet its good for reliefing stress. I wont go to school tmr, as you are going to attend SYF tmr. Il be there... with or without u knowing... takecares..
Blood bled as tears dropped..... sarang hae yo..
Just leave me alone after 8:17 PM
I am ready to die now, but I’m only 15 this year. Labels: get it got it good
There are over 6 billion people in this world; my death is unlikely to stir up the world. There are over hundreds of people dying everyday. Who cares about my death? Who shall mourn over me? Who shall miss me?
From the rooftop, I gaze at the depths below. I have been fortunate to live in this world for 15 years. At least, I’ve experienced the full spectrum of happiness and misery by now. At least, I have not lived in vain.
There are so many people who do not even live to see all that the beautiful world has to offer. There are people who do not even have the chance to experience the beauty of love. There are so many more who deserve more sympathy than I do. Do they shed their tears in silence? Do they bury their sorrows deep within their hearts? I am tired of hiding the depression in my soul.
my tears flowed without control. I felt them on my cheeks, as they made their way to my chin. I made no attempt to stop them.
Images invade my mind, pounding against my temples. They are memories: images of my life.
I will die; I will be shattered to pieces…
I will leave now, with the cries of destiny…
Just leave me alone after 9:41 PM