you're safe with me

good times

or

bad times

i can promise that

i'll stay by your side

even when around us

things worsen

that you have to cry

i'll smile

just so you know

even in your darkest moment

you can be happy

if only

if only you have the strength to

the waiting

he looked past the window

again this morning

appalled by yet another

disappointment

what he wanted wasn't there

who he needed hadn't arrived

 someone

even i as his dearest

couldn't ever replace

someone i was hoping

would be back soon

from his travel

just so

this guilt in my heart

can fade with peace, away

 

queen of self-love

she's someone who would say

whatever she want to say

without crossing the border 

of finite stupidity

she would sleep with her mind

wander among the starlit sky

seeking for just one more way

to change tomorrow from today

she would present melodies

with true words like charms

that works everytime for people

who are still lost in the world too big

she would 

and should

and will had been

and was

and is

and always will be 

the queen of self-love 

i couldn't possibly not love

fhsdkfhhksdfhksdjgagajfdksfjsdlfjdkfjsdklfjdgsas

won't it be better, dear

for you to

be honest and

let my love

lies somewhere along the road

of this life

in midst of winter

than for you taking it

and manipulate it

and leaving it

somewhere along the 

scattered roses

and wasted tears

in messy summer rain?

fortissime? cantabile? bach? schumann?

it's all the familiar words

on music

when i'm watching the anime

'nodame cantabile'

i am not a fan of classical music

and my intention of watching

all the 45 episodes

was to watch nodame herself

::snickers::

nodame is a weird girl

with vast imagination

and big talent in piano

so

she's not just a round character

she's a character 

which looks like a bubble;

always changing,

looks different from different angle

and definitely unpredictable

i love her

from the start till the end

and the music too!

the sound oboe produce

which i didn't even know exist

before this

is my favourite sound now

oh :)

back to nodame

i just love her 

variety of expressions

GYABOO!

xD

so here's one of my favourite part in

nodame cantabile : paris

one night, during dinner, nodame 

intended to study french
so she let out a book

if i remember well, i'd got no feelings for anything back then.

all i ever wanted is a life so smooth,
i just have to glide over it.

but i remember well 
last night,
i was completely helpless
my love for you was just pouring out
in the form of tears
flowing non-stop


it's stupid
and i'm embarrassed
but i've got no one to tell
about my self-realization
except the blue bed
which i lied against
communicating with it
with soft, restrained
sobs
and the colorless tears


it's stupid that
reading a comic
remind me of you, me
and our times together
about
how you take care of me all this while
without me ever doing anything 
to please you back
how you're patient enough
to handle my childish tantrums
my humiliating behavior
and my shallow thinking

what pain me the most
is that
we're going to be separated
it's not long
just four months
but i guess
this pain in my chest
is a signal
that i've grown to our weekly
rendezvous
and that four months
will be too long for me not seeing you

XD i'm suffocating! this pose is soooooo cute! not complaining about the boy either heehee

this makes me wanna go home even more

does she realize his glance means so much more?

it was daily occurence

they see each other everyday

she was naive

he was lost, in life

they look like they come from two different world

sure thing

men come from mars, women from venus

but he and she

depict the length, greater as if

she was afraid of him

the way he gazed, like a glare

he was afraid of her

of hurting the frail glassy heart

when his gaze means so much more

what was him to do

when all she want to do is

walking away from him?

どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう?

i had done everything i could

forgetting you

ignoring you

reminding myself over and over again

this is not right

but still in my lonely days

remembering you

your sweet smile

your sharp gaze

your nonchalant words

i couldn't help myself

 my tears are wasted again

my hopes are pouring again

my fears are piling again

and

my love for you bloom again

i wish i just have to close my eyes to get you out of my mind

because this heart trembled

when you're around

and my god it hurts

because having you i couldn't

if only my radar was strong enough

i would have known i was the last

on his priority list

i would have known the sweet lilac smell

wasn't from his perfume stall

i would have guessed his being cold

was a sign of rejection

i would have known he had someone else

a man he keep in the closet

i should have known

he was after my best friend after all

i hated the act of cheating

 it's the biggest sin a partner could commit

when the trust is gone, what's left behind?

doubt,

regret,

or

rage?

perhaps all of them.

tribute to 'cappuccino'

though i do altered the storyline

i just took the theme :)

when he left

will he come back?

i don't know

when will mama be back here?

to protect us?

she's gone forever

will you protect me from his rage?

i will.

why would you bear so much pain for me?

you can just run

and leave me

 

because you're my little brother

and i will look after you forever

... Like I Did Yesterday

taken directly from here

The Lovers Bridge

the lovers bridge in france

where they lock the locks

along the bridge

as how they hoped

their love would be

everlasting

unchanged

still

my beautiful lass

she lies there

her rosebud lips is smiling

her skin shines in midst of the overwhelming moisture

her cheeks glow with most crimson blush

her eyes closed peacefully, she's fallen too deep in her nap

i can't believe she was 

no longer moving

no longer breathing

no longer mine

my pair in class

the first time i saw you

i was captivated by your beauty

drowned in your eyes so blue

drugged by your lips red as cherry

we were meant to sit together

and i grasped the chance to know you better

but after weeks of sitting next to each other

you're no longer a girl who could make me stutter

 but still

a girl i would chase after

when he was a little boy...

a bubbly lad of six

of no worries

of no burden

he likes to wander alone

anticipating trifles of nature

which evening will it rain?

when will the tree bear fruits?

and he'd bring with him a stack of papers

carefully wrapped in plastic

just in case

and he'd sit so high on the building

 where, it doesn't matter

when, he doesn't care

how, only he knew

and he's carefully write words

beautiful words he heard

from mother to father

from sister to brother

from natasha to him

onto the pieces of papers

with them, he crafted airplanes

though with no engines

they flew so high

though with no use

they made the day more beautiful to some

Cupid's Crash

it's just 

frustrating

watching

the plots i've been 

creating

awaiting

in the end it's just

end

gone

:(

 

Imagine

imagine you and him

imagine there's no another her

imagine what you two would've been

i said


imagine, if things are different

in midst of tears, imagination is all i have

he said