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Friday, June 5, 2009 at 4:28 AM
It's saddening to see rain drops fall from everywhere. And when I reach out for you but you're not there, so I stood waiting in the dark even though I know you won't come back, and looking at an empty photo frame that used to be a picture of you in it, every night, with your picture in my head. Telling me a story of a broken heart. So please, stay with me, hold me close. Because I can't be without you and I don't want to know what it's like without you. Because I've already built my world around you. I'm trying and hoping for the day, when one touch is enough, to take the pain away. Because I searched for so long, the answer was clear. And no you and I is like no stars to light the sky above. You've been telling me so many times, how much you love me. I trust you. It's okay that you have not been proving or showing. I know that you mean what you say...

Lots of thanks for those who have been spending their time with me. Credits go to Victoria, Shannen, Danna and Kim. Your wonderful letters which really cheered me up, Yayoi Sempai, Hisagi Sempai and Mitsukake Sempai. Yeah...

Why is it, that every time I'm alone
I start to think of you.
And when ever I think of you,
There is always a bitter sweet feeling
it's rare to see you smile...
You always have that serious face or that childish face of yours
in every single photo of you,
and maybe once in awhile
That perfect playful smile plays on your lips
My favorite smile that I love to see from you.
Every time, I see happy faces
I start to wonder, what makes them happy,
words from others, isn't as important as yours
some how, every time I need you.
You seem out of my reach,
and when I fall back, it's always another person there,
and when I'm breaking, it's you I see but others with me.
Why is it, that I hear the songs
that others play, when I would only want
You to be the one, that plays for me.
I can just imagine you.
Strumming your guitar, singing the songs you love,
or drumming on the drums, to the songs
you took so long to learn.
I can just imagine you,
sitting on the desk,
doing the maths you enjoy the most
and as I slowly fall asleep watching you do it.
That smile I would have seen,
if I have not fell asleep.
Why am I the one who others would think about first
When something happened to them?
I'm not important to them. I think.
So why am I always the one being thought about?
They tell me things,
Tried to call me.
but, it seldom get through.
but they have been so... Understanding...
they never did mind.
But then again.
I never once,
thought about someone else
as much as I think of you.
I never doubted you.
When you told me how much you love me, or Je' taime.
Because, I love you as to so
I Trust You.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 4:28 AM.


Friday, June 5, 2009 at 4:28 AM
It's saddening to see rain drops fall from everywhere. And when I reach out for you but you're not there, so I stood waiting in the dark even though I know you won't come back, and looking at an empty photo frame that used to be a picture of you in it, every night, with your picture in my head. Telling me a story of a broken heart. So please, stay with me, hold me close. Because I can't be without you and I don't want to know what it's like without you. Because I've already built my world around you. I'm trying and hoping for the day, when one touch is enough, to take the pain away. Because I searched for so long, the answer was clear. And no you and I is like no stars to light the sky above. You've been telling me so many times, how much you love me. I trust you. It's okay that you have not been proving or showing. I know that you mean what you say...

Lots of thanks for those who have been spending their time with me. Credits go to Victoria, Shannen, Danna and Kim. Your wonderful letters which really cheered me up, Yayoi Sempai, Hisagi Sempai and Mitsukake Sempai. Yeah...

Why is it, that every time I'm alone
I start to think of you.
And when ever I think of you,
There is always a bitter sweet feeling
it's rare to see you smile...
You always have that serious face or that childish face of yours
in every single photo of you,
and maybe once in awhile
That perfect playful smile plays on your lips
My favorite smile that I love to see from you.
Every time, I see happy faces
I start to wonder, what makes them happy,
words from others, isn't as important as yours
some how, every time I need you.
You seem out of my reach,
and when I fall back, it's always another person there,
and when I'm breaking, it's you I see but others with me.
Why is it, that I hear the songs
that others play, when I would only want
You to be the one, that plays for me.
I can just imagine you.
Strumming your guitar, singing the songs you love,
or drumming on the drums, to the songs
you took so long to learn.
I can just imagine you,
sitting on the desk,
doing the maths you enjoy the most
and as I slowly fall asleep watching you do it.
That smile I would have seen,
if I have not fell asleep.
Why am I the one who others would think about first
When something happened to them?
I'm not important to them. I think.
So why am I always the one being thought about?
They tell me things,
Tried to call me.
but, it seldom get through.
but they have been so... Understanding...
they never did mind.
But then again.
I never once,
thought about someone else
as much as I think of you.
I never doubted you.
When you told me how much you love me, or Je' taime.
Because, I love you as to so
I Trust You.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 4:28 AM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

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Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
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