these nights are going dead. the days are moving empty. words have spared no thoughts on me. i'm going speechless. i tried to pick up the bits of pieces, but it seems to me that i'm really stuck to you. just you. yet, you moved on with your fucking life without any apathy on me. at all

i couldn't blame you much, it wasn't your fault in the first place. no matter how hard i tried to move on, some of the days, it has always been about you. this other half, immanently inside me, it seems to be having so much gratifications on pulling me down so bad. it's not that i can't move on, i CAN move on and row my boat on my own. i just need to pen this down, just so you know.


when moonlight crawls along the street, chasing away the summer heat. footsteps outside somewhere below. the world revolves, but i'll let it go. we build our love above this street, we practice love between these sheets. the candy sweetness scent of you, it bathes my skin i'm stained by you. and all i have to do is hold you. there's a racing in my heart, i'm barely touching you.

crystal clear on the days we've spent though it's pretty much a short one. our love anthem, baby it was the best of my life. i wonder, how you felt about it? do you still think of me, at the very least, once in awhile? do i came across your mind, sometimes? its hard to tell. i'm the one who left you, apologies won't work if i tell you i'm sorry now and then, cus zero impressions really counts now, you couldn't care less. egoist you.

the moonlight plays upon your skin. a kiss that lingers takes me in. i fall asleep inside of you, there are no words but there's only truth. breathe in breathe out, there is no sound. we move together up and down. we levitate, our bodies soar. and nobody knows me like you do. the world doesn't understand but i grew stronger in your hands.

people make mistakes. think of second FIRST impression.

karma can laugh all she wants. you won't go far, you'll come back to me one day. that is something i got faith on. i miss you. 3 weeks is pretty a short one. but feelings are meant to stay. i'll row my boat, rowww and rowww, slowly though it will take me time to reach my destination. i'll prepared hard. i'm turning into a fine young man.

and i'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket.

my life isn't really about you. you're just another pitstop.

Saturday, August 04, 2007