Because if you were a smoker, i'd better be your ciggarates.
I'm trying so hard to stop, but i just couldn't every time i heard this sensitive statement.
I may not your beauty queen, but i may be your full time lover.
I'm sorry, i love you.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Place I'll Never Be
This is written while i'm waiting for my messages on blackberry messenger to be delivered. Damn you, pending.
Counting hours and days, it's been one week already. I'm not a kind person who counting something yet just let it flow acctually, but since you were come every simple thing just sounds wonderful and bright my dailies, and just so sad to be forgotten.
I do really confused which one do i have to start writing about. This is so corny, pardon me for that.
So, you save a graffiti picture on my last post right? You know that i damn love to seeing graffities over a streetwall.
You said i'm good at writing because my corny note about you. Today you were ask me to write something again, so this is for you then.
It just seven days ago since you come to my house and said that sweet things, but idk how come i feel there's so much things already happened.
You. A new person who makes me down into your world banly. A person who makes such controversial. A person that i already describe on my corny note, and makes me desperately ashamed because you read that.
You, with your funny attitudes that can't stop makes me laughing a lot. You, and all of your sweet words. You, who keep asking and begging to pick me up every morning to school, even we're all know that our house were so far. You, who truly wake up early just to pick me up and make sure i'm not late going to school. You, who show me a really wonderful scenery along the lonely street in our way to school. You, and all of your silly things which makes me wondering how come i could interesting with this person.
You might not realize this, but everyone keep asking how come you with me when everyone knows you like someone else. No, i'm not trying to show my worries. Oh no, yes i do. I might be seems don't care but i'm a deep thinker. 'Kok bisa ya sama Adani' or 'kok Adani mau sih' and all of shits like that. The truth is, i worry if you just play on my feelings because i'm not really know about your past.
But then you make a note on your blackberry, and tell me the history. God, why do i found a sweet person like you-_- you said you can't writing but all of your sweet words just make me so speechless. That note is becomes my moodbooster now, really.
With all of your overheard bad thoughts, i'm trying to like and accept you for who you are. I feel the way you treat me and i do believe you did the same thing, accept me for who i am. It still seven days but i think you were true with your feelings, and i hope i'm not falling into a dark holes. Even people keep asking and wondering, just let them keep doing that while everything we did just be our hidden story.
Thank you for the sweet note, my name that you called everytime, for wake up early to pick me up and late waiting for take me home. Thank you for always be true to who you are, and makes me comfortable to be who i am.
I might looks usual, but just let you know that i do hope you'll never get bored of me and for everything we did. Keep accompany me walking or even running through my dreams, keep by my side when i'm in my lowest point. And keep accept me for who i am.
The title was a song by Adhitia Sofyan, because you were a place that hard to describe and a place that i'll never be.
But i run to the place i'll never be, until it change become my unreplace point. We still have so many hours and chances, don't we?
Counting hours and days, it's been one week already. I'm not a kind person who counting something yet just let it flow acctually, but since you were come every simple thing just sounds wonderful and bright my dailies, and just so sad to be forgotten.
I do really confused which one do i have to start writing about. This is so corny, pardon me for that.
So, you save a graffiti picture on my last post right? You know that i damn love to seeing graffities over a streetwall.
You said i'm good at writing because my corny note about you. Today you were ask me to write something again, so this is for you then.
It just seven days ago since you come to my house and said that sweet things, but idk how come i feel there's so much things already happened.
You. A new person who makes me down into your world banly. A person who makes such controversial. A person that i already describe on my corny note, and makes me desperately ashamed because you read that.
You, with your funny attitudes that can't stop makes me laughing a lot. You, and all of your sweet words. You, who keep asking and begging to pick me up every morning to school, even we're all know that our house were so far. You, who truly wake up early just to pick me up and make sure i'm not late going to school. You, who show me a really wonderful scenery along the lonely street in our way to school. You, and all of your silly things which makes me wondering how come i could interesting with this person.
You might not realize this, but everyone keep asking how come you with me when everyone knows you like someone else. No, i'm not trying to show my worries. Oh no, yes i do. I might be seems don't care but i'm a deep thinker. 'Kok bisa ya sama Adani' or 'kok Adani mau sih' and all of shits like that. The truth is, i worry if you just play on my feelings because i'm not really know about your past.
But then you make a note on your blackberry, and tell me the history. God, why do i found a sweet person like you-_- you said you can't writing but all of your sweet words just make me so speechless. That note is becomes my moodbooster now, really.
With all of your overheard bad thoughts, i'm trying to like and accept you for who you are. I feel the way you treat me and i do believe you did the same thing, accept me for who i am. It still seven days but i think you were true with your feelings, and i hope i'm not falling into a dark holes. Even people keep asking and wondering, just let them keep doing that while everything we did just be our hidden story.
Thank you for the sweet note, my name that you called everytime, for wake up early to pick me up and late waiting for take me home. Thank you for always be true to who you are, and makes me comfortable to be who i am.
I might looks usual, but just let you know that i do hope you'll never get bored of me and for everything we did. Keep accompany me walking or even running through my dreams, keep by my side when i'm in my lowest point. And keep accept me for who i am.
The title was a song by Adhitia Sofyan, because you were a place that hard to describe and a place that i'll never be.
But i run to the place i'll never be, until it change become my unreplace point. We still have so many hours and chances, don't we?
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