November 30, 2010

and Aziemah is on my mind.

you are definitely the most beautiful song that no one ever sing.


all this time i have been waiting.
and your presence, 
really worth it.

- he says.

and i liked you for that.


bleaching your teeth,
and smiling flash.
talking trash, 
under my window.
hands against the wheel,
yours against the lap.
park the car,
keep the phone inside your pocket.
sleep on the bed,
and please,
dream of me.
i do.
i do dream of you,
and it's beautiful.

- he says.

November 17, 2010

and now you're dressed in all of me.

i love you.
i really do.

- he says.

and this was one of the reasons why i do.

and i am waiting inside my shell, waiting to bleed.

i have felt he hate rise up in me.
and all i do is delay,
all my attempt to evade.

and now it justifies my means.

- he says.

the view from my room when it rains.

your hands in mine. (goodbye)

ever wonder how it turns out to be?
we are lucky enough to have things that we feel hard to say goodbye to.
eventually,
we do.

either secretly we leave,
or we lie,
or we actually say it by words.
and some jot it down.

it's not hard to keep track.
just say the words,
just make the move.
keep on holding on if you feel like letting go.

have you ever wondered?
how it turned out to be?
psyched.

- he says.