Senin, 15 November 2010

Labile.

Nope, I don't know how to write any words again after this day. I hate my self. I hate them as I just can doing that thing. I can only feel sad, no relying anyone. 
Trust me, I am broken heart, again. For hearing you all words. It means that the only one who false is me, and you? You wouldn't looking back as I did. I sick. Of you all.
So why don't you just taking the act and doing something to save the 'family'? As you always ask to me.

Here, I just hear girl crying on her bed. Wishing her father and mother came, and take care of her from this disgusting grass and lies!

The girl crying louder. Her boy friend come and get some wound by the labile manner of her. It hurt, but so o o o o romantic. Peaceful, and caring..


I always wishing you to come earlier...
Reach me out from this, hold my hand and we are ready to go to the moon..
La la la la la la
Go to the green smooth sincere grass, and playing butterfly with the orchid.
Even I don't know you, I know you made for me. As I am.
Come soon, My bright shining wisely knight!




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