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just a death ends Saturday 14 February 2015 | 0 Comments to walk and to talk i feel like dying inside to be quiet or stalk i thought you're right i'm a ghost who walks with legs a ghost who has a heart i build this feeling concrete i love you secretly from the start i never been in friendship but i can feel this won't sink frankly-- no different between titanic and this ship every night i think and sometimes i swing colourful tears dripping down until becoming a beautiful pond where my feelings is the fish swimming unfinish it just a death ends that those fish wondering a secret i never told friends that im actually dying t.d.m 12:50 a.m 15/2/2015 |