I admire people who know what is real and what is illusion. Forgive me if I don't learn from past mistakes and I'm one hell complicated person. Someone is beginning to instill one thing profoundly to me; the great feeling to be loved. All the while, all my hopes saturated together with broken pieces Love played in the air before. I love and I can love everything that is in that person. Empty nights may have returned yet I fail to notice them again. I'm stranded. I'm hanging in the western sky and inspired to write a two-line poem.
But maybe, I might end up writing "your name" again. The reason? I don't forget. I always remember.
Is your love questionable? Fuck permanent love. There's no such thing and that's for sure. Short-lived? Yeah, right?
Something's wrong with "me".
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yeah, i think ms. han is ryt. :)
Han and Ipob: Thanks for the comment and for letting me fell that you guys are there. Mwah.
*letting me "FEEL".
Love is a confusing thing my friend. When you find that special someone, you'll just know. But believe in it and it shall be.
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