Would you care for some tea?
I would like to talk to you.
I’m curious about you,
I’m fascinated to know you.
Or would you rather have coffee?
I’d like to show you things.
The sunset, the city view,
Anything, as long as I’m with you.
How about some juice?
Will you enjoy a time with me,
I wish to see you again if ever.
Maybe just some water?
I stared at your eyes
Without you knowing
Hello, I hope we can be close.
You earn less than what you’re worth, and it’s important to know the difference between the two.
A person leaves his home, but he will always return.
He leaves because his home is not a prison.
He might be a student who goes to school, or a worker who works away from home.
He could be planning to mow the lawn, or buy ice cream from the ice cream vendor.
He might be invited by a neighbor nearby, or some old friends for a reunion.
There will always be a time that he has to leave his home, but he will always return if he is just leaving.
Losing is different.
A person might lose his home by tragedy or choice.
His house might be burnt down to the ground that it would be impossible to return.
He could be planning to stay somewhere else for someone deserves that home better, or he could be thinking that he deserves a better home.
He could also lose his home to someone who took it away.
No matter in what way was it done, losing a home is painful, either to the person or the home.
Being left is a temporary thing, but being lost is a long term heart-break.
Leaving could be sad, but losing could be regret.
I keep hearing music in my head every time I think of you which is literally every time, and it’s getting really annoying, but I like it, and it’s annoying that I like it, but I still like it.
To all those jerks who broke a lady’s heart, and ruined the identity of men, I hate you.
I wouldn’t fall in love again
No, not after you,
even if either you’ll be mine or not
I will never love again after you
For if you break my heart,
I will collect the pieces and throw them away
My heart shall never to be fixed
Or if you’ll love me back,
I will hold you close, and never will I let go
Thus you will be the last that I’ll love,
And I will never love again,
No, not after you
Unless someone starts thinking of change
Unless someone does what he thinks
Unless someone sees what others does
Unless there will be no onvy nor pride
Unless greed be forth not gone
Unless light not be faded, but held
Unless one appreciates the good
Unless on notices the right more than the wrong
Unless one takes all words are constructive than destructive
Unless one learns that ugly is just a word, and everything is beautiful in its own way
Unless one works things out
Unless one takes truth even though it hurts
Unless you add more things than that’s been said
Unless you believe
Nothing will ever start
Boiling red through the pipes of life
Hence will took a life from time
Steaming with anger and rage
Will lose control, be mad at all
All those reasoning be false or true
Will not make sense, nor me, nor you
As anger reaches with pride
No calm will ever stay the same
Behold with treasures
Of trust and mine
Pride, greed, envy, lust, gluttony, and vanity
These boys will grow up
To a man named wrath
I don’t agree that pain demands to be felt. If it’s demanding something, it would be demanding to be endured.
You see, if you can endure your own pain, you won’t feel it anymore— you’ll just know that it’s there. But once you can’t endure it anymore, you will then again feel its presence, thus it is, again, demanding to be endured.