far away
Wednesday, April 23, 2014 @ 1:31 AM
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because you are my white to my black
Ever since I met you it was like meeting myself. We both are moody somehow. In some ways we both can't tell. You remind me a lot of myself. You reflect me I love about you. But I was told that things aren't always meant to be, and I guess the phrase I heard was right. We aren't meant to be, but in another life I wish we were. I hope someday you'd find someone who grows flowers in the saddest part of you. Someone who understand you even at the dustiest corner of your mixed up soul.
p/s: I'd still love you, from far.
t.k
Aku-si penglipur tua
trapped in her own thoughts
dunia bersih hancur kencah dengan segala dosa. Hadap langit meludah, akhirnya menyapu muka dengan kotoran sendiri. bangga kau serupa bangsawan padahal kau bukan tuhan. neraka kelihatan sunyi kerana semua sudah dibuang ke bumi. aku bukan cantik kau lihat mata kasar. aku tidak ayu untuk kau sentuh. aku - kau kena lihat depan menghadap. ruang sempit aku bait huruf. itu kau menilai, bukan aku punya hak.
unspoken vow itu anggaran janji yang aku sulamkan di jiwa dan tidak termuntah kata. hidup ini hanya pilihan. aku lakon-nya, takdir skrip-nya, sekarang hanya tunggu tuhan bermain kamera untuk tukaran ke wayang-an dunia.
Amelia Azmi
"because beautiful creatures asked no attention"
far away
Wednesday, April 23, 2014 @ 1:31 AM
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because you are my white to my black
Ever since I met you it was like meeting myself. We both are moody somehow. In some ways we both can't tell. You remind me a lot of myself. You reflect me I love about you. But I was told that things aren't always meant to be, and I guess the phrase I heard was right. We aren't meant to be, but in another life I wish we were. I hope someday you'd find someone who grows flowers in the saddest part of you. Someone who understand you even at the dustiest corner of your mixed up soul.
p/s: I'd still love you, from far.
t.k
