Saturday, January 24, 2009
YOUR HOPES ARE HIGH.
Sometimes you have so much on your mind, someone just has to keep an eye on you, be it really near or extremely faraway. Sometimes when loneliness entangled you, someone would willingly entertain you, be it here or there. But at that one point of time when you believe you had given your heart away and it’d be in safe hands, that someone might have gotten bored of you and would just wanna chuck you in them rubbish heap, and shut you out for life.
‘Love is just a game’, no?
I’ve opened my arms wide for you no matter how ridiculous you could be sometimes, crafting art; hot fire burning inside of you. I’m ok, no?
I wonder if I have ever successfully got through to you upon those sacrifices I THOUGHT I’ve made. Did I, no?
Buried them friends, for you. B’cause why? I love you.
6:37 PM