We’re naturally born “unique”, and we can do something “extraordinary”. But to be “unusual” is exceptional. What are things makes us unusual? I have no idea. However, All I know is being unusal is absolute, not for all but for the few who look deeper to you. Advertisements
I hate people were just mouth-merciful but Ill-compassionate, because of that I started to ask and think whom among them is the real ‘kind’.
The ecstacy of love was the reason why she kept holding on before She too dumb fighting for you Believing one way or somehow you change Prolonging her patience with your stuborness She’s keeping herself low-key with non-sense arguments Playing non-chalant in every careless words you’ve said Holding back her tears after you chat her… Continue reading She’s no longer inlove with you
Heal me from the sorrow I’ve been Heal me from bullets I’d try to dodge Heal me from putting my heart broke into pieces Heal me to be a new version of me And heal me from nostalgic memories taunting me every moment.
I hate myself being so sorry to people whose really not deserve my sincere apology.
Emancipate yourself on nasty things happened to you, one mistake never define you as a whole, we made a wrong move with a reason that they never actually understand. Just keep yourself low-key no matter what, move on, and non-chalant.
I’m so naive on idea of love I’m barely uncontrollable to my feelings I say “be gentle, I’m fragile, take care of me” I’m hype with your company I’m hypnotized with your sweet proselytized And never imagined you were a living repercussions Wrap with sweet dirty lies And now, with no reason you’re gone Leaving… Continue reading My Heart Torn Into Pieces