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Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Sometimes you crave and desire for something. @ 2:14 AM

Sometimes i hope there i have/had a boyfriend to keep me in check.
Sometimes you hope to have some one to hold. Not like girlfriends kind. But some one.
Some times you wished there weren't moments you have to bother if you are boring someone.
And some times you wished that you could act/speak freely and the person can just say you look beautiful the way you are.

Sweet talks, honeyed words. What are they, and true felt moments, are they too?

Some times i really don't know what i want. And i forgot what i could give. My body and spirit so broken, only god can mend. But if God gave us someone to hole whilst we are here, where's my someone and when will someone be here.

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.