It was raining...
She remember it clearly...
Everything that happened that night...
He broke her heart without notice
An hour on the phone
Suddenly, silence were at both ends
She couldn't of what to say
He was in complete silence
Waiting for her to pour her feelings out in a rush of water
But he hears nothing but the soft breathing of the girl at the other end
She tells him that she's just fine
He doesn't believe her
He knew what he had to do and what he had done
She couldn't summon up her courage to hang up the phone
But she wanted to be alone
There was nothing she would've done
She held her breath and cried in silence
While no sound came from the other side of the phone
Two weeks without noticing a thing
Everything just went with a blink of an eye
She didn't wake up fast enough
She wasn't conscious enough to realize that "end" is just around the corner
Now, she's left crying alone, on her bed
While the fireworks beamed from outside her bedroom window
Music played all around the outside of the house
People celebrating the first few days of the New Year
All that was in her heart
Were question marks, scar marks, wounds of a bleeding heart
While a ray of colours danced and paraded through the night
How could she have bared it?
She waited for so long and finally got what she wanted
But it all ended so fast
What did she do wrong?
It still remains unknown
She fell so deep
Fallen hard...
It hurts so bad
I wish I could turn back the time
Realize that a huge breakup was just around the corner
And avoided it
Pull the trigger myself
At least it wouldn't hurt as bad as it was... and still is... until this day...
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
No more you
It's time to erase your songs
And start my new play list
And start my new play list
Friday, September 16, 2011
Bed Time
Come into my library, I have stories to tell
Read them off of my tall maple shelves
The adventures start after the sun sets west
After everyone had gone to dream on their comfy beds
Our adventure sets off
When there were witches and warlocks
Dragons, dungeons, castles, even talking frogs
Waving wands and casting spells
Entering dimensions into different realms
All these tales may continue tomorrow
Whenever you come back, new dreams and happiness follow...
Read them off of my tall maple shelves
The adventures start after the sun sets west
After everyone had gone to dream on their comfy beds
Our adventure sets off
When there were witches and warlocks
Dragons, dungeons, castles, even talking frogs
Waving wands and casting spells
Entering dimensions into different realms
All these tales may continue tomorrow
Whenever you come back, new dreams and happiness follow...
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Of different lives
Sitting at a cafe, sipping a warm cup of coffee on a cold night
Hear the humming coming from talking crowds here and there
Round tables, arranged neatly in a room filled with seated people
Plastic people...
People with no eyes, no ears, no mouth
Some are even faceless
They are without souls
Chatting the night away like it's nothing
While shadows covered the sky with gloom beyond the framed glasses
Faint light from street lamps draped across the streets like sheets of thin silk
Rain started pouring down accompanied with the sound of whistling flutes
The sight of raincoats and umbrellas running to avoid the raindrops
The sound boots patting on the wet road
While water and mud splashed when cars swish by and out of sight
So cold out there
When I'm sitting inside feeling the warmth and comfort from the coffee
With a pen in hand, and an empty page laying on the marble table top...
Hear the humming coming from talking crowds here and there
Round tables, arranged neatly in a room filled with seated people
Plastic people...
People with no eyes, no ears, no mouth
Some are even faceless
They are without souls
Chatting the night away like it's nothing
While shadows covered the sky with gloom beyond the framed glasses
Faint light from street lamps draped across the streets like sheets of thin silk
Rain started pouring down accompanied with the sound of whistling flutes
The sight of raincoats and umbrellas running to avoid the raindrops
The sound boots patting on the wet road
While water and mud splashed when cars swish by and out of sight
So cold out there
When I'm sitting inside feeling the warmth and comfort from the coffee
With a pen in hand, and an empty page laying on the marble table top...
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
不可能的结果
有一种自卑的感觉
我觉得,我不配你
你也不配我。。。
我们根本就不适合
这是我要接受的
当知道你有了心里的唯一
使到我边的更警惕
要随时提醒自己:
不要说喜欢,就可以不用顾一切
就可以放心的去喜欢一个人。。。 =')
我觉得,我不配你
你也不配我。。。
我们根本就不适合
这是我要接受的
当知道你有了心里的唯一
使到我边的更警惕
要随时提醒自己:
不要说喜欢,就可以不用顾一切
就可以放心的去喜欢一个人。。。 =')
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