DISENCHANTED

Here and back again, stuck in between thoughts and emotions.

Well put it this way. I don’t want to make myself more perfect for you, and I don’t want you to be any more perfect for me than you already are. You’ve drawn your line, but why do you blur them every time you’re around me.

Dear ASS, maybe we need more time. We definitely need more time.

Somehow I understand what Wingy means; a simple love. One where you don’t love me just because of my looks. One where you don’t love me just to play me out. I just want one which will last and leave beautiful traces of memories worth keeping forever.

PS, it cuts me like a knife every time you walk away. Even when i barely know you, ASS.

This entry was posted on Friday, July 4th, 2008 at 12:04 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.