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Everytime I could only hear the whispers of the wind,I could see you,Beside me.Everytime the night gets too unbearably cold,I could see you,Beside me.Everytime my heart swells with longing,I could see you,Beside me.But why, love,why can't I ever, enjoy the caressof your breath near me?No one can fill up this holein this chest of mine,like water filling up an empty glass.But you did.I tried to be content with justthe superficiality of smiles andlaughters,but nothing seems to satisfy me,than to hear just a second of your whisper.Loneliness is your smile,A macabre going inside my heart,its touch torments me every time my eyes...gaze at you.What have you done to me , love? Why do I long for you, like a dying man for hope?You are like a double-sided spell,the shattering curse of my soul,yet the most soothing and warm drinkfor my mind.I want a cure from this longing,but this drug of insanity,I don't want to let it go.Are you proud of your doing? Now,that I'm suffocating under your spelland loving every second of it?Where did you hide my heart? Cause everytime I look inside myself,I could see you,Beside me.
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Everytime I could only hear the whispers of the wind,I could see you,Beside me.Everytime the night gets too unbearably cold,I could see you,Beside me.Everytime my heart swells with longing,I could see you,Beside me.But why, love,why can't I ever, enjoy the caressof your breath near me?No one can fill up this holein this chest of mine,like water filling up an empty glass.But you did.I tried to be content with justthe superficiality of smiles andlaughters,but nothing seems to satisfy me,than to hear just a second of your whisper.Loneliness is your smile,A macabre going inside my heart,its touch torments me every time my eyes...gaze at you.What have you done to me , love? Why do I long for you, like a dying man for hope?You are like a double-sided spell,the shattering curse of my soul,yet the most soothing and warm drinkfor my mind.I want a cure from this longing,but this drug of insanity,I don't want to let it go.Are you proud of your doing? Now,that I'm suffocating under your spelland loving every second of it?Where did you hide my heart? Cause everytime I look inside myself,I could see you,Beside me.
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Well, I love myself and sometimes I just wish I was like, Paris Hilton. Not PEREZ, that ugly journalist.
Anyway, I am pretty addicted to social life. I crave lazing around, and just hug everybody.
But of course, I don't dare to do that, cause people tend to assume wrong things.
I hate it when people like you and make you feel guilty, like it's your fault that they like you.
Get a grip, and all I wanted was just friendship.
Pretty much all of the things I do, I do sometimes out of fear, or love.
Usually its fear. But if I do the best things, it's love for sure.
Email: Email me, babe.
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Siti Aisyah
Sweet Seventeen.
Singaporean.
Capricorn.
Good Gone Bad
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Play nice, & I'll give you cookies.
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EDWIN LIM JUN HAN
Rest in peace, my dear. You are greatly missed.
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