the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Friday, March 31, 2006

How to hide my sadness

The place where I lost you

The fragrance of your hair scatters hastily

I couldn't catch up.

With my eyes closed, I can still see

The traces of your departure.

I keep searching under the moonlight,

For that silhouette that I'm thinking of.

If breaking up can be said to be the starting point of pain,

Then before the final destination point, I'm willing to love once again.

I want to tell you, the love that I dare not express.

Will anyone be able to understand?

I will be staring off into space, sure that I'll forget you,

And then tightly close my eyes.

Thinking about that day, if there will be someone who'll take your place.

So that I'll not think about you anymore.

I will be staring off into space, sure that I'll break into a smile,

And then tightly close my eyes.

Thinking once again, your tender face.

Before I forget.

The tears in my heart, have blurred my vision.

You almost can't see it anymore.

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<~ perfected ~>
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