It is a relief
To stay on bed
With a song playing in my head
And its lyrics met
How is me.
It is a relief
Having a book beside me
And characters there
Understand each other.
What a relief
I have a pen
Words were written
Things I imagined
I am not
I am still living
What a relief.
Home, will always be your comfort zone. Home, is where you can hear your thoughts. Home, is where you can rely. Home, is where you can feel love. Home, is where you can find strenght. Home, is where you can say, “I am blessed.”
Don’t bother yourself. A real love will last even though you express it to your partner every second. It’s not the same with what psychology says about your dreams, that if you broadcast them, your willingness to achieve them will not be as eager as before. It’s not like your bottled water too. It will grow more, because expressing your feelings is a way of showing that you appreciate her, that you care, that you’re happy with her, with the relationship between you. In return, she’ll going to give all that she can to make you happy too. Your relationship will grow by having an open communication. Transparency is a very important ingredient in an intimate relationship. Don’t worry that you’re feelings will decrease just like when you drink your bottled water. A real love lasts. Cherish every second, express what’s in your heart before you realize, “I should’ve said it before”
God, many times in my life I had resent to You, but You never get tired of me. You always make me feel that I still have You, and whenever I need You, I just have to turn my back and You’ll be there behind me.
You walked away, but I still followed you. You know I will never leave you no matter how killing miles are for me.
I was full of scars from dawn ’til dusk, but a graceful nightfall make them feel like blessings to me.
I’ve been so much drunk in love. It is a blessing to have a lover in life. When everything is so messed up, and you’ve been in every edge of it, just one step and everything is gone– it is a blessing to have a lover in life.
I feel like I’m a misfit. I don’t know how to be with others. This is me, and nobody can handle a girl like me. I’m so frank that my words sometime offend others. I’m not a good daughter. I’m a mouth breather. I’m not a perfect sister, I will never be one. I can be affected easily, I am so sensitive that I don’t really want any body to stay close to me, because I am afraid to be misunderstood again, I’m so sick of it. So I smile and hide million thoughts in my head instead of showing how self pity is living in me.
Despite of my sadness, imperfections and suicidal thoughts there is one who chose to stay he said, “let us fix this”.