The day slips by without leaving a
trace of your smile behind.
But, it's my everyday punishment.
My punishment for having loved you with blinds.
Yesterday I'd cried for you, but
today, I cry for my own misery.
We have left each other and
I'm your history.
Don't ever try to fix me, because
I'm broken beyond repair.
Just leave me alone, fending for myself
I'm much more comfortable there.
Just one thing disturbs me now.
I wish you would have loved me enough to care.
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Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Of Changes.
Sometimes I feel
Isn't this world a beautiful place?
Then I see
It needs a lot of change.
Change on the land,
Change in the sea;
Change in you,
But most importantly, change in me.
Isn't this world a beautiful place?
Then I see
It needs a lot of change.
Change on the land,
Change in the sea;
Change in you,
But most importantly, change in me.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
I love the way you make me smile
The way you hurt is also fine.
I love your eyes and the way you talk
I'd probably even love the way you walk.
I love it when you say, 'I love you'
It drives away all the sorrows and the blues.
I love it when you laugh
It's like a million stars befall.
All the more, I love you for what you are
Not for what you could be, by far.
I just love you.
The way you hurt is also fine.
I love your eyes and the way you talk
I'd probably even love the way you walk.
I love it when you say, 'I love you'
It drives away all the sorrows and the blues.
I love it when you laugh
It's like a million stars befall.
All the more, I love you for what you are
Not for what you could be, by far.
I just love you.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Hurt
Those words that you said
They hurt a lot
Albeit tears I didn't shed
Tears were all I'd got.
You were rude but you didn't know
It was all probably unintentional
Yet I love you so
Loving you for me is conventional.
Yes, even the way you hurt is beautiful
And all the tears I don't shed well up.
You will realize someday, I believe as a rule
Someday you will realize when I'd have given up.
They hurt a lot
Albeit tears I didn't shed
Tears were all I'd got.
You were rude but you didn't know
It was all probably unintentional
Yet I love you so
Loving you for me is conventional.
Yes, even the way you hurt is beautiful
And all the tears I don't shed well up.
You will realize someday, I believe as a rule
Someday you will realize when I'd have given up.
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