April 22, 2010 § Leave a comment
All that conditional clauses ever do is either trapping you in the past or leaving you in infinite uncertainty.
April 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
We know there’s love but we can’t do.
We hide, we deny,
but anyone could see the sparks that never die
between you and I:
the stomach butterflies
and the held-back goodnight cries.
It hurts and it’s not fair,
that we have to pretend we don’t care.
It’s a love story, a piece of Shakespeare
the true Romeo and Juliet
only without scenes of death.
April 11, 2010 § Leave a comment
And every other nights envy Saturday night, wishing they had the same privilege to witness all the dramas of life.
April 9, 2010 § Leave a comment
It’s not that I hate you. But your so-called love is suffocating and I need a breath of fresh air.