My feet keep on going but my jantung tells me to stop. All I want to do is run. Run away from this mess I got my self into. It all happened so fast the anger the tears the blood. Then all I heard was the bullet fly through the air and hit skin then pindah slowly into the flesh and then the final bang it hit the heart. The one thing that keeps anda alive. All never forget his face when I killed him. All I saw was shock and fear and one big pertanyaan hanged over his head. Why?
I just wanted to keep running afraid I could hurt lebih people in this mess. Ones I loved and cared about, like how I killed him. The rain started to pour down her face she liked it because it hid the tears that were now streaming down her face. All she could down was run. She keep running and running until her bare feet tripped over the other foot. She fell straight on her face. Hard. The blood started to flow out of her nose making the water on the ground around her seem to be like cranberi, cranberry juice. She just turned over on her back and let the blood slip down her thought. Hoping that she choke right there and just die. All she wanted was to be died. There was no point of living any lebih she new in the end she wound lose everything because of her. And she didn’t want one else to have her heart. So promised to her self. She sat there crying and some how was able to make out these words...
“I promise I’ll never let anyone have my jantung every again. I don’t deserve to be loved atau even to cinta someone else-” She berkata in between choke's and tears of blood. “I promise I swear.” She stayed there crying after that hari there would be one lebih broken soul in the world. After that there would always be a crack in her rumput sea green eyes. She would never be the same again, like she berkata she would never cinta again...
I just wanted to keep running afraid I could hurt lebih people in this mess. Ones I loved and cared about, like how I killed him. The rain started to pour down her face she liked it because it hid the tears that were now streaming down her face. All she could down was run. She keep running and running until her bare feet tripped over the other foot. She fell straight on her face. Hard. The blood started to flow out of her nose making the water on the ground around her seem to be like cranberi, cranberry juice. She just turned over on her back and let the blood slip down her thought. Hoping that she choke right there and just die. All she wanted was to be died. There was no point of living any lebih she new in the end she wound lose everything because of her. And she didn’t want one else to have her heart. So promised to her self. She sat there crying and some how was able to make out these words...
“I promise I’ll never let anyone have my jantung every again. I don’t deserve to be loved atau even to cinta someone else-” She berkata in between choke's and tears of blood. “I promise I swear.” She stayed there crying after that hari there would be one lebih broken soul in the world. After that there would always be a crack in her rumput sea green eyes. She would never be the same again, like she berkata she would never cinta again...
My strange eccentricities
and weird idiosyncrasies
Leave others bewildered
and cause me to ponder
Am I really strange..?
atau it’s the others, I wonder...
My values seem outdated
And my ethics, underrated
Honesty and loyalty
Are they obsolete?
True cinta is so rare
Am I enclosed oleh conceit..?
My love, it’s no-holds-barred
My feelings, they die-hard
Waiting and anticipating
Like I face life’s checkmate
Sometimes I feel beset
Can I influence my fate..?
My thoughts are bizarre
Seem unrealistic and far
But I know they’re not
meant for the blinkered
To grasp their true worth
Doubts have to be conquered...
and weird idiosyncrasies
Leave others bewildered
and cause me to ponder
Am I really strange..?
atau it’s the others, I wonder...
My values seem outdated
And my ethics, underrated
Honesty and loyalty
Are they obsolete?
True cinta is so rare
Am I enclosed oleh conceit..?
My love, it’s no-holds-barred
My feelings, they die-hard
Waiting and anticipating
Like I face life’s checkmate
Sometimes I feel beset
Can I influence my fate..?
My thoughts are bizarre
Seem unrealistic and far
But I know they’re not
meant for the blinkered
To grasp their true worth
Doubts have to be conquered...
In the hustle and bustle of the day
Surrounded oleh folks and friends
I feel lost, lonely and astray..
Drifting off atau awaking,
in dreams and reality
My heart’s always aching
and my soul’s always praying
for you…
Suppressing my urges
to talk to you
curbing my craving
to hear you
ignoring my thirst
to meet you
restraining my longing
to be with you
stifling my desire
to touch you
I feel fervent and helpless,
desperate and hopeless
For I expect and demand,
hope and anticipate...
Then all of a sudden I seek nothing
Bereft of hopes, wishes atau desires
Left with only a soul that aspires
…for your happiness
Then I experience a holy calm
Peace descends on me
like a soft, soothing balm
and a knowing arises
…that we’re never apart
because anda live
forever in my heart...
Surrounded oleh folks and friends
I feel lost, lonely and astray..
Drifting off atau awaking,
in dreams and reality
My heart’s always aching
and my soul’s always praying
for you…
Suppressing my urges
to talk to you
curbing my craving
to hear you
ignoring my thirst
to meet you
restraining my longing
to be with you
stifling my desire
to touch you
I feel fervent and helpless,
desperate and hopeless
For I expect and demand,
hope and anticipate...
Then all of a sudden I seek nothing
Bereft of hopes, wishes atau desires
Left with only a soul that aspires
…for your happiness
Then I experience a holy calm
Peace descends on me
like a soft, soothing balm
and a knowing arises
…that we’re never apart
because anda live
forever in my heart...
Praying with anda is
like walking
on the morning grass
with the fickle dewdrops
tickling our bare feet
while our souls meet
and smile to greet
each other...
Praying with anda is
like drifting
on wispy, white clouds
on a sunny day, as we play
like little kids
a little fine, a little fey
And as our game starts
our cinta engulfs our hearts...
Praying with anda is
Like dreaming
a magnificent dream
where we scream
in ecstasy
as a pelangi wraps
anda and me
in vibrant colours of glee...
Praying with anda is
Like weaving
a fairy story
that we fill with
God’s goodness and glory
Each memory we create
is a tale of our sweet love
so memorable, so great...
like walking
on the morning grass
with the fickle dewdrops
tickling our bare feet
while our souls meet
and smile to greet
each other...
Praying with anda is
like drifting
on wispy, white clouds
on a sunny day, as we play
like little kids
a little fine, a little fey
And as our game starts
our cinta engulfs our hearts...
Praying with anda is
Like dreaming
a magnificent dream
where we scream
in ecstasy
as a pelangi wraps
anda and me
in vibrant colours of glee...
Praying with anda is
Like weaving
a fairy story
that we fill with
God’s goodness and glory
Each memory we create
is a tale of our sweet love
so memorable, so great...