My jantung in a set ablaze.
My mind in a phase.
My soul hypnotised.
My nerves mesmorised.

My passion raging, burning.
My stomach slowly churning.
Our lips meet.
I'm swept off my feet.

If only that were real.
If only anda could comprehend how I feel.
My jantung desperatly awaits the hari that we meet,
And at the moment we do it will skip a beat.

I think of anda at night.
I hold myself tight.
I restrain my eager tears.
I forget all of my fears.

I slide that blade across my skin.
Blood now like kin.
Each cut takes away the pain.
Blood falls like rain.

Why aren't anda here?
Why aren't anda near?
Why aren't anda oleh my side?
Why...

I hate that your not here to catch the tears that fall from my eyes.
I hate that I cannot hold anda late at night.
I hate every inability to restrain myself from you.
I hate that our fate may not be true.
I hate that we're so far away from something that could be magical.
I hate that whirl in my stomach when my thoughts wonder to you.
I hate that I can't except the feelings I have for you, even tho their inevitable.
I hate that your the only person I can be myself around, even tho we're not around each other.
I hate that I can't get angry at anda without getting angry at myself first.
I hate those songs...

Your Rising Sign: Virgo (“I analyze”):
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Attributes:

Courtesy
Crankiness
Decorum
Discrimination
Lucidity
Meticulousness
Negativism
Nit-picking
Practicality
Reserve
Service
Snobbery

Element: Earth (function, practicality, solidity)
Ruled by: Mercury (analysis, absorption, logic)
Quality: Mutable (moving, adaptable, harmonizing, versatile)

Show me the upstanding citizen whose “rightness” and probity put every other sign to shame and I will tampil anda a Virgo. No other sign of the occidental horoscope system (except at times the Capricorn) has such a well-developed sense of...

The chance I get to walk with you,
Just take my hand, we’ll start again.
I tried to give anda all I had,
But lost my sense inside my head.
I can’t believe anda let me in after all I did.
I tried to see it through your eyes,
But failed again at the life I live.
Your eyes so kind, loving and true,
To care for something as evil as me.
Everything happens for a reason,
Or so I'm told.
So why was it anda I found in my darkest hours?
You made the sun shine again for me,
Made the birds sing and the bunga bloom.
You made everything that wasn't worth living for,
A possiblity again.
So why did I treat anda like all...