Selasa, Oktober 31, 2017

I hate...

I hate my fluttering heart every time I see you
Or the way you seem to carve a smile on my face
I hate the melting of my heart at the mention of your name
Or the comfort of knowing that you're near
I hate the glow on my face or my shining eyes
And my skin, itching for a touch
Miss you

Isnin, Mei 22, 2017


How I hate tragedies...
Sadly, tragedies are what our mind choose to remember.

First love

I like first love..
Innocent, naive..
No plotting, no manipulation... just a lot of wishing and yearning.
And yes.. a lot of HOPE...