Start talking about love. God... Before I get into is topic... I wanna say some sort of things... Well.. I'd posted lots of poem which I prefer to call as my notes. People don't get them sometime and they said it sounds so emotional like a style called 'Emo'... Which I'm not literally. Well, I just wanna make it clear. Its a note that I wrote. Its the voice of my heart and its more suitable to be called as 'deep'. Lots of people judge me this way but shock~there are lots of them... Told me it was deep and meaningful. They say its so sweets, romantic, sad, deep and lot more. When someday compliment you this way. Its mean they are a good reader.
Right back then I just said just now... love. My love.. okay right now I wanna make it clear. There were 3 girls I'd talk about lately. One is out of the topic. One is my ex classmate. And one... Is someone I loved...
Right now on January. I only wrote about one girl... And here is something I wrote about her...
That Girl
I'm looking forward and deeper,
When I get to hold her arms,
I'm just thinking about,
Never letting it go.
Right in my room,
There's a source of light coming from my window,
When I open them,
I got have a look at the street,
And I was wondering,
What if life was different,
Not this way,
Another way.
I got stuck in the middle of our relationship,
I was thinking actually what,
And how does she manage,
To stand this way and pretend,
There is nothing between us,
When I know I can't love you,
I pretend I don't,
But seek in truth,
I do love her.
I'm in love with the right girl,
And between thousands of others,
I was the last,
Out of my league,
I'm need to find a way,
Back to the start.
Like before I did the same,
But when she judges me badly,
I felt sorry for her and that time,
I was badly different than I do now.
Right on sun sets,
I was waiting each day to have a view,
The beautiful sky,
The neighbor are playing around,
And I could see lot of birds flying around,
And I wish she has the same view.
When she made her way to class,
I kept trying to talk to her,
Yeah I do but she was far away,
And I was wondering,
Does my position?
Or?
I was laying on the field,
Looking at the sky,
And wondering if I could find,
A way to continue,
Or to forget what I created,
Or after all,
It doesn't work at all.
The night comes,
I had my dinner,
And I tasted each question,
Like there are difference,
Between us,
Or maybe,
There are not.
I'm stunningly happy,
There is nothing to be sad of,
Although there was,
But it doesn't matter,
Because I love this way,
And my love,
Is just like that broken guitar,
In the river.
Right back then I just said just now... love. My love.. okay right now I wanna make it clear. There were 3 girls I'd talk about lately. One is out of the topic. One is my ex classmate. And one... Is someone I loved...
Right now on January. I only wrote about one girl... And here is something I wrote about her...
That GirlI'm looking forward and deeper,
When I get to hold her arms,
I'm just thinking about,
Never letting it go.
Right in my room,
There's a source of light coming from my window,
When I open them,
I got have a look at the street,
And I was wondering,
What if life was different,
Not this way,
Another way.
I got stuck in the middle of our relationship,
I was thinking actually what,
And how does she manage,
To stand this way and pretend,
There is nothing between us,
When I know I can't love you,
I pretend I don't,
But seek in truth,
I do love her.
I'm in love with the right girl,
And between thousands of others,
I was the last,
Out of my league,
I'm need to find a way,
Back to the start.
Like before I did the same,
But when she judges me badly,
I felt sorry for her and that time,
I was badly different than I do now.
Right on sun sets,
I was waiting each day to have a view,
The beautiful sky,
The neighbor are playing around,
And I could see lot of birds flying around,
And I wish she has the same view.
When she made her way to class,
I kept trying to talk to her,
Yeah I do but she was far away,
And I was wondering,
Does my position?
Or?
I was laying on the field,
Looking at the sky,
And wondering if I could find,
A way to continue,
Or to forget what I created,
Or after all,
It doesn't work at all.
The night comes,
I had my dinner,
And I tasted each question,
Like there are difference,
Between us,
Or maybe,
There are not.
I'm stunningly happy,
There is nothing to be sad of,
Although there was,
But it doesn't matter,
Because I love this way,
And my love,
Is just like that broken guitar,
In the river.
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