The rain brings back memories
I quietly lean against you
Looking at your sweetness
Trapping myself in your love
That unavoidable wound
Keeps hurting
That uncurable sweetness
Causes me to become decadent
Saying I love you becomes a moment
Why not let go
Let love shatter into a mess of red on the ground
No need to accompany me to the end
I cannot carry your promises
~ holiday
~ new clothes (its always not enough, thou i've been always buying)
~ make a ideal permanent hair curl hair (don really like my current curls)
~ buy new wallet
~ get a bike license
~ buy a IDEAL BB CREAM
YwAd U cAn.. ;
~ TaG my blog ☺
~ LiNk my blog ☺
~ ReAd my post ☺
~ AdD Me on friendster or facebook =D ☺
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