I'm a hopeless romantic
For him I still care,
Have my jantung crashed every time I fall
Even though it's not fair...

I'm a hopeless romantic
Keep thinking he's th one
Even when he turns away,
Leaving me behind, wishing he wasn't gone...

I wanna be a lovesick fool
Don't trust anyone with my heart
Not caring to impress him,
Not missing him when we're apart...

I wanna be a lovesick fool
Live my own life, do it my way
Sing and dance with my friends
Not caring for what he'll say...

But I'm still a hopeless romantic
My jantung still breaks, but I always get up
Promissing to be a lovesick fool from now on,
Swearing I will never again give a f*ck...

I keep living, falling, trying to find someone
To be, with me,
A lovesick fool and a hopeless romantic.

Here comes the pain that's in my heart,
Here comes the goodbye,
Here comes the silence I'll hear from you,
It never being the same as it was yesterday
I'm sorry it had to be this way, I wish it didn't
But in the end I had to decide,
Please forgive me

Here comes the cinta that is lost between us
Here comes the change
Here comes the tears that will fall down
I'm sorry it had to be this way, I wish it didn't
But in the end I had to decide,
Please forgive me

Here comes the last time I'll ever see your face
Here comes the sleepless nights
Here comes me wishing things would be the same
Please forgive me

Whenever I see a playground, it's August of 2003,
And I'm playing around, doing what I do best.
But that is not my story.
My story is struggling to make friends,
Being rejected, and often bullied.
I was the peculiar one, the nerd, the ugly duckling,
The stray dog that nobody wanted, and the klutz.
I begged and begged to be home-schooled.
But my attempts at begging were rebuffed.
One girl had taken it too far,
Pushing me beyond the limit, crossing the line.
"I've had enough," I finally said. "I'm sick of this!"
So, I pushed her into the closet door,
But I didn't hurt her. I would never do that. It's wrong.
Guess who got in trouble. Me. Facts were learned,
And all bullying stopped for the year.
Now, I'm not longer aloof atau insecure.
I have friends, and I've come out of my shell.

Blessed are we
On our darkest of night
Blessed are we
When we hit Her morning light

Blessed are we
As wind whispers our names
Blessed are we
As we learn through our mistakes

Through time after time
We learn our love
Time after time
As She is sent from above

Blessed are we
As we live our lives
Blessed are we
Our tears are clear as the sky

Blessed are we
When we are done
Blessed are we
When we are bright as the Moon and the Sun

She watches us
To make sure we're safe
From the dangers unfolding
As the sun sets

anda hold a mask of betrayal,
as your summer air scented body feels as if it might fall, you've reminded yourself again and again that you're no lebih than another face to me.

anda hold mawar in your clenched hands,
anda told me each petal is for every lie of mine anda forgave, and now our lovely mess of trust is beginning to fade.

Promised me you'd build yourself a grave, in the middle of Autumn where we first met and never thought you'd get to say good-bye.

The night welcomes anda into arms anda call innocent, it wants anda to follow it down to the sea, the night in which anda used to hide from.

I want to scream 'I'm sorry'
I can't say anything,
nights before, I let your mawar die.

The look of betrayal that lingers upon your face, underneath the cinta that's obvious in your eyes,
'I'm okay' anda say,
and just like that, the night took you.

Alone i sit,
reminiscing about the past,
stuck in the present and
wondering what the future has in store for me!

i have been on this road before, many times,
all alone and none to care for,
but now things are different, things have changed;

walking the line between sanity and insanity,
carefully balancing this little existence of life,
fear, pain, happiness, frustration, anger, dreams, cinta and worry,
all hidden beneath these sleepless eyes;

scrambling through this barbed wire (of life),
searching for a light in the darkness,
screaming and fighting, weighed down
oleh life’s many complications and expectations;

as the night approaches, the storm has passed, for now,
i try to sleep, i try to rest, as i lay quietly,
while my dreams nurse me back to health,
to fight another day;

so into the long night’s dream, I trudge along,
with no one else in sight,
looking for stars in the dark,
as i hold on to fight another day;

Can Words Describe
Can words describe the beautiful individual anda are
Can it really put altogether what anda really are,
for anda are special
It is easy to see that God spent extra time with you
My jantung is enlighten just oleh knowing that anda are in aman, brankas hands,
that I need not worry, nor draw any concern
I pray that in time we'd be good friends, but if not so, then
not so
I pray for the opposite, for the thought of being friends
is something worth fighting for
And no words can't describe the type of person anda are, and
that's okay, cause it is better to tampil it anyway
By
Autumn Agnew

The moon rises as my soul falls
Into a sea of nothingness
Bleak and barren I stay there waiting for
For a cinta that will never come
My life is now an infinite loop of sorrow and hurt
Now that you're gone
The crickets serenade a song of sad romance
The story of my life
As I walk along the road less taken
The road of depression
And jantung shattering tragedies
That bring the little joy I have
To an untimely end
When I need it most cinta cannot be found
And I am alone left to wander the realms of my mind
Without a hand to lead me out of the darkness
Onto the light and into a peace of mind
And a fully mended jantung
Full of some hope
But I am but a wallflower
Blending in with the walls as I watch people go into
The blinding light of pure happiness

How do anda feel mad
Sad
Happy glad
I know what your thinking that this poem is whack
But my mind is empty like a black hole
All my ideas are gone like someone mencuri
Them away for them never to return
This lost of inspiration makes me want to shout
Something is wrong like a sad kid without a pout
Why can't I write something creative
Somebody help me somebody find them
Find my ideas they're precious to me like a rare jem
Please writers block come another hari
Maybe I need to clear my head and get some air
Find people I can share
My horrible pahit writers block

The line 'love is a fallacy' isn't justified,
it is evidence of a coward's voice.
But when cinta is understood, pain is nullified
it all fades away as we smile and rejoice.

Know that emas has no value to the soul
that it cannot just simply fill and empty hole.
cinta cannot be sold; neither can it be bought
but the truth that cinta can hold, can only be caught.

I would not compare cinta to a rose
the comparative pairing is what I find far too bold.
cinta is meant to be kept exclusive and beautiful,
not to be shown off which isn't meaningful.

The feeling flows freely as water.
It's our necessity and a hope-giving trait.
It's beautiful, desirable, there absolutely is no other,
'Tis a strong surge of current that overpowers all hate.