nobody,nobody but you.
*clap clap*
just for the effects.

feeling so empty.

you take my breath away;
San Francisco.

Pretending isn't something I do easy.
I need a little breathing space.
Oh,I can smell the air of SF & LV already.
Come to mama,wanderlust.

Some words are better not saying.
Especially if it makes you sound like a fool,
and me look like a fool.

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Contradicting;that's what you are.
I don't feel the least bit appreciated when you only add negativity.

---

If it's such a chore then screw it.
I'll never do a single nice thing again.

There are far more many better things in life.

I need to need to need to lose weighttt.
5 to start off with.

---

here we gooo...
(again).

Worse.

crying your heart out in a cab,
or trying to cry without a sound.
I can't tell which felt worse.

you can travel the world,

but nothing comes close to the golden coast.

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i'll trade nothing in the world.

As we sink in pools of crystal clear,

we drift away in slient bliss.

As we laze around in paradise,

our heads filled with unspoken dreams.

One last day before my freedom ended,

enjoying a little stay-cation with the best friend & his sister.

We seriously snacked wayyy too much.

Oh well.

Here, cheers to moi new life.

finally given the green light today;
i hate to leave,
but i know it's the right path to take.
it's hard to say goodbye, but it's just too difficult to stay.
so long farewell my loves.
you'll always be in my heart UI.

Anything but ordinary, please.

Things taste extra sweet after bitterness.
Remember.

Do you ever wonder if you love me,
as much as you think you do?
action.words.feelings.
I wished there were &s in between them all.

I miss seeing this from my window;

like my dad's favourite plate says...

"I'd rather be in Hawaii."

Aye aye captain.

I'm easy to please,
all I need is a getaway.

Conclusion

Even if my heart is smashed into a million little pieces,
I will still love you.
.
.
.
I don't know if that makes me romantic or just plain sad.

Is love subjective?

Is it subjected to who gains, who loses?
Is it subjected to the hours one puts in,as we do at work,overtime pays more?
Is it subjected to comparison like our mothers do so with our grades, among their friends?
If love should be subjected to anything at all,
then it is not love.
If at any moment it can be compared against or renders a second opinion,
then it is not love.

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It was a bitter night.
I dreamt I was all alone.
I woke up to realise that I am all alone.
I have realised that I am not so strong after all.

wondering...

why she's so hardworking when her pay cannot afford anything she owns.
That's just the lazyass in her who wants to sleep till 10am,talking.

Hide & seek;
We chase butterflies.
Why even bother?
Cause love is more than this moment.
10,000 moments, even more.

Find me,don't lose me.
Hide & seek;
the games that we used the play.
Engraved eternality in my heart,
remember what we said.

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Poetry and its depth.

It was simple.
Lying against your chest.
Each breath of fresh air I took,brought me your sweet scent.
Filling my lungs with life,
intoxicating me with happiness.

I listen to your strong heartbeat...
Tears of joy.I thank God.
I will remember this moment till the day I die.

I want to be less ordinary,
and more extraordinary.
Is that possible?

Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better days
And you don't know how or why, but you've lost your way
Have no fear when your tears are fallin'
I will hear your spirit callin'
And I swear I'll be there come what may

Say Anything

Say Anything;

bloody brilliant.