Stars. Dreams. Hope. Love.
Everything is connected with one and another.
Its like circulating in a big circle with hollowed promises and sweet lies.
Neverless, we are still obsessed, addicted and in phase with all these nonsense.
Love or not.
True or not.
We never know.
Its hard to see one's heart.
Its difficult to read one's mind.
Its impossible to understand how others think.
Its potentially easy to lie about everything.
Goshh.. Complicated isn't it when some
Rich bastards can have it all...
Cash. Car. Chicks. Club. Chivas. Condom.
It's envicious to look at them do everything they want
Struggle madly just to obtain an ounce that far fanstasy.
Things are easy to obtain.
But ain't easy to maintain.
Easily fall in love.
Dreaming it to come true is like drawing on paper.
Making it a reality and work as how and what we wanted aint Fucking easy
As you Idiotic Bastards and Bitches who just hang around
with a One Night Stand
without knowing the meaning of Love and Happiness
What you Crazy assholes know is Sex, Money, Lust and Desire.
Driving around the midnight shift
Loud music stirring in the mind
Bitches dancing at the dance floor
Its a dream for every 18 year old.
Yet, happiness and love is what a 81 years old need.
81 and 18 a reversed number.
Things they is indeed an antonym
Vast difference like the Ocean and Sky divided by a horizon.
When we have things,
We dont treasure it like gold.
What we naive stupid humans will do is just take it for granted like its rubbish.
Comparing what others have is commonly done in this spoiled society.
Why dont we remind ourselves that we should be contented with everything we have.
Desires and Need.
Critically we just need both.
However, what the FUCK we really need is Need.
Spoiled brats showing off iphone like it's meteorite.
Rich ass kids crash a 3 series like its paper.
Poor ass child just use a 3310
Riding an turtle fast rusted Vespa on the speedway
feeling the lonelyness and contented with it
While The Bastards in Dreamland ask for a Lamborghini Reventon
and a Swiss Account with unlimited credit limit.
Once we fall in love.
Its impossible to be who we are anymore.
We will summit ourselves to the only one we love.
Do anything for them.
Lie. Cheat. Steal. Kill. Cry
Just to love them one more day
Just to hang on for another lovely day while knowing
everyday is Not SUNNY.
Eradicating Demands
Stamp Out Comparison.
Treasure the Memories.
Remember the Word and details.
Sensitive with words
Gentle with touch
Warm with care.
Content with everything.
Pleased with Them
Adore their Smiles
Value the actions
Prize the Love
Cherish the Moments
Just tell them I Love You
Stop the time
and Kiss them in the Lips
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Love.Pain.Hurt.Cry.Memories.Dreams.Hopes.And Everything Else
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