Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
I always think it should be my time to move on and open my heart again. After so many wound and painful experience I know I cannot quit here and now. So I give myself a chance to see maybe fate will lead me to the right door this time. Unee, you know who I’m talking about, gurl…
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
He’s nice, gentle, very sweet but sometimes annoying. He really cares for me throughout my days, calls, text messages are pouring like water on my sunny day. He act jealous even though we’re not having any string attached, but from there I could see his seriousness.
In the night of matter
Black flowers blossom
But then, things just getting awkward. Just about the time I trust him and trust my instinct, he suddenly backing off. Pulling away and suddenly shutting down his system like we meant nothing. Another heart is broken, another memory is open. He’s gone and I’m sitting there alone.
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
PS. I still love Batik. Somehow.
Love is a doing word
I always think it should be my time to move on and open my heart again. After so many wound and painful experience I know I cannot quit here and now. So I give myself a chance to see maybe fate will lead me to the right door this time. Unee, you know who I’m talking about, gurl…
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
He’s nice, gentle, very sweet but sometimes annoying. He really cares for me throughout my days, calls, text messages are pouring like water on my sunny day. He act jealous even though we’re not having any string attached, but from there I could see his seriousness.
In the night of matter
Black flowers blossom
But then, things just getting awkward. Just about the time I trust him and trust my instinct, he suddenly backing off. Pulling away and suddenly shutting down his system like we meant nothing. Another heart is broken, another memory is open. He’s gone and I’m sitting there alone.
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
PS. I still love Batik. Somehow.
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