Minggu, 17 Maret 2013

nine

you are sound in the middle of crowded. no one heard your voice of scream.
desperate to sound your mind. no one to listen.
even you had tried so hard. even you had spoke till you die.
it might be there's nothing wrong with people. but you do.
you are a cup of boredom.
you thought love when you found someone make you fell you beautiful
someone make you fell insecure, and laugh
how high the happiness is..you must to be someone else
does it love? what is that?
you are willing to be someone else just to be heard.
sad, isn't it?
person you thought love instead require you to be someone better.
you just where they have to waiting before they found true love...
it was pathetic you have to be compared with someone...
you never be looked as yourself. you're always be the phantom.
you are nothing everyone have. all you want is just to be everything
to be everyone have and always....

eight



happy birthday super woman, the most beautiful God's creature in this world. love!