I wear out
little by little
every time the clock ticks,
I don’t know until when
I could hold on
gotta be strong
gotta be strong again
but then
I walked in the circle
No help for grown up
…….
and so
I am gone
Ghost
Been through these 6 months
Being patient
But I don’t see any signs
Running time
Priceless memories
Playing back
Wake up
Why am I still dealing with this ghost?
Return Home
So I’ve been gone lately
Disappeared for more than weeks
I think even more than a year
Laughs and tears
Been running and jumping
Dating and dancing
Tasted life and tried so many new things
To pack your bag and just go traveling
To smile and sing
To feel the wind
And trust your gut
Nothing To Do
I am glad to have nothing to do
In the morning, all the time for me
No obligation, no interaction
Just nature and my imagination
Is this love?
He learned the language just so he can understand me better
He showed me the fantastic scenery just so I know how beautiful the world is
He celebrates my birthday every year just so I remember the day I was born is special no matter how old I am
And voice inside my head is asking
Is this love?
Gratitude
I wish you know how I felt that day
Face full of tears
Crying without reason
Feeling broken
My room was dark
All windows were closed
Eyes were staring to the empty space
My mind was wandering
My soul was searching
My body was freezing
I didn’t feel alive
But now, now I feel better
So much better
My heart is full of gratitude
I think I grow a little bit
From the pain, I felt in the past
Stranded
A clock on my wrist
I saw its needle was moving
I heard it was ticking
Time is priceless, isn’t?
Then why you left me stranded?
The voice inside my head keeps whispering
Reach me out before I disappear
The time is running out
Lonely
Tonight I feel a little bit lonely
No ideas what to do
Romantic stories are nice to read
But why I am still lonely
Sometimes I want to say I miss you
But I don’t even know whom I should say to
I have no lover
My heart feels cold and lonely
Remember Me?
Time flies so fast
Many tasks
I wonder sometimes
Do you still remember me?
When my wish and my action
Do not match the line
My self-integration diverse
I don’t feel like knowing who I am
So, do you still remember me?
Taste Like A Sin
It feels good but
It was wrong
All the pleasure comes followed by
Guilt
The happiness that tastes like a sin
Short term
Just temporary
