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on the verge of falling


we're falling apart,
i wish i could save you,
but you kept everything to yourself,
you know that i tried to make things right,
but it all never seems to work out,
we're on the verge of falling down.




Wednesday, July 23, 2008

rainy daes brings the certain feeling of down moments which falls on you... well dats exactly what i felt today... i dun go writing long posts just to express myself... sometyms i run out of words and even bite my tongue upon doing so...

fantasy are being made for us to drop by and get away from reality for a moment... ive been constructing my reality and hoping that i can get that reality of of it... but its dat hard to tell... emotions left astray making it felt like it was of no use just to put that intentions away but no matter how far i pushed it, something attracts it back...

less than a month im left with but i dun mind losing that few weeks just to go the long way to get to the destination where ive plotted, your heart... i dun care what others might say... say all they want, it doesnt bothers me... i tried not to blink freaquently just to see that sweet image which i can get addicted to... your voice i hear i create it into a serenade, the words you say i write it as an epistle and you as a whole i accept it as who you are... u differ from others, i began to cherish more of you and all those small 'whispers' that we had...

a few more weeks...


A Recollection Of Memories...








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