Moon

"Maybe the wolf is 

In love with the moon

And each month,

It cries for a love it never touch.

Ironic

Isn't it ironic?
That the things we do
To feel alive
Are the things that can
Kill us.

Let us think.

Flowers Interpretation

"Mom, why do the best people die early?"
"When you're in the garden which flowers do you pick?"
"The most beautiful one."

"Dad, how to appreciate people?"
"When you're in the garden which flowers do you pick?"
"The most beautiful one."
"From now on when you are in the garden, you must not pick the beautiful flowers. If possible, don't pick any.
Leave it and let it grows until it dies. That's how we appreciate the precious one."

Let it grow, and you will satisfied with it.

Find It Again And Afraid

I've been in  love with someone 
That didn't love me back,
And I've been loved by someone
That I didn't love back.
And I don't know which one is worse:
To be broken or to break another soul.

But 

"Never ignore someone who loves you and cares about you.'Cause one day you may realize you lost the moon while counting stars." - John O'Collaghan

Wanna find someone who makes me realize three things:
One, that home is not a place, but a feeling.
Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments.
And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.

I wish people could just say how they feel like

"Hey, I really don't like when you do that to me"

or

"Hey I'm in love with you"

or

"Hi I really miss you and think about you all the times."

without sounding desperate.
Why can't everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble."

Why?
Because it is a nature of people.
Afraid.

It Hurts me.

The truth and reality
Hurts.
So, we lie..
To everyone, but especially
To ourselves.

I'm tired of always having to be
The one to give in.
For once, I wish someone could put in
A life effort to try and understand me.

However,it is a mark of maturity when
Someone hurts you,
And you try to understand them.

I will try to.. 
understand them.
Insya Allah.

Strange, isn't it?

Isn't it strange?
There so many people out there who secretly love someone.
And there are so many people out there who have no idea
That someone secretly loves them.

Three words

I love you
I don't mean I love you
Like the way I love my coffee with two spoon of milk
And creamer
Or the way I love an extra 10 minutes of sleep
Or the way I love soup
On a cold day.

I love you in a way
I've never love anyone before.
I love you in a way that consumes me.

"I Don't Understand...."

I don't understand
How I can care so much
when you don't even care at all.

"That song that reminds me of someone."