A special world for anda and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your jantung beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
He longs to just just wring her neck, to make her stop breathing. His hands form a fist, wishing her neck was there. He watches her without a care in the world. akting stupid and ignorant. He wants the satisfaction that only her death will bring. He imagines her dead and laughs insanely. His phyco smile matches his insane personality.
They don't know anything. She's alone. All on her own. She hates that she suffers alone. She wants them suffer, to hear their screams of pain. But like everything else, it's useles. She can't do anything about it. She's alone to cry, scream, and moan. No one to comfort atau hold her. She sucks it up and faces the world. Alone.
They don't know anything. She's alone. All on her own. She hates that she suffers alone. She wants them suffer, to hear their screams of pain. But like everything else, it's useles. She can't do anything about it. She's alone to cry, scream, and moan. No one to comfort atau hold her. She sucks it up and faces the world. Alone.
when cinta dies
cinta is the cause of innocent cries,
As when cinta dies,
cinta becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the cinta they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A cinta that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their cinta to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
atau is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
atau were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When cinta dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when cinta dies,
We fall apart inside
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cinta is the cause of innocent cries,
As when cinta dies,
cinta becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the cinta they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A cinta that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their cinta to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
atau is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
atau were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When cinta dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when cinta dies,
We fall apart inside
x
Celluoid ghost from Hollywood's past
Forever haunt me on my televisi screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a hari at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired oleh the song
"Celluoid Heroes" oleh The Kinks
Forever haunt me on my televisi screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a hari at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired oleh the song
"Celluoid Heroes" oleh The Kinks
i open my eyes
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded oleh endless oxygen
my only friend.
during hari im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded oleh endless oxygen
my only friend.
during hari im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
Drip Drop, Drip Drop,
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A cinta that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had cinta for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would anda know what to do,
would anda know what to say,
would anda know how hed feel,
would anda see how hes sad,
would anda understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what anda do fix things
atau make them worse,
for the better atau for the worst,
this cinta must have been cursed
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A cinta that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had cinta for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would anda know what to do,
would anda know what to say,
would anda know how hed feel,
would anda see how hes sad,
would anda understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what anda do fix things
atau make them worse,
for the better atau for the worst,
this cinta must have been cursed