tell me, how do you feel...
you'll love her more than me, promise me...
i just got to make sure, so she'll feel better...
that's my dream, in the morning...
just me dreaming, with no meaning...
woke up at seven am, this is how...
how i manage? by having such dreams anyhow...
dreams that tell no tales, that carries no meaning...
as i opened my eyes suddenly, it's morning already...
i thought, often...
should i feel like an orphan, the mood i carry while i blog...
by typing everything the other way round, i thought...
like an old man with white hair, carrying a pen of feather...
thinking, ain't that bad...
it uses the brain, not your back...
thoughts can flash through, or stay...
though they are quite useless, like the sticks of satay...
courage, i don't seem to have...
to face questions, that people gave...
questions of such absurdity, it almost drove me to the grave...
but they don't allow me, as my answers usually leads them to a daze...
romance, ain't my favourite subject...
but, also not a reject...
talk about it, not read about it...
just like the merchant of vernice, it's how shakespeare write it...
think before you do, "people" often say...
do and then regret, those "people" never stay...
it's your own doing, "people" would say...
so think of the value before doing something, i now say...
and yes people, how do you tell...
if your sacrifice is larger than the other party, please tell me...
=)
think something, say something, do something...
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