Imagination Only

Miss and You

The beginning that began, when we met from the face to the heart I remember the first time we met at the food stall at that time.

When when the dinner table was alone without your jest beside me .Whether what storm hits what clouds will overshadow, or it will come down drizzle or heavy rain gradually your news that every moment becomes a moment, you were the one I say hi, you were,sekrang Apologi just reply, yahh so when the distance that separates, it will certainly be easy wind blown to make it oscillate, udders,back again to those of us who are at that distance.I tell your friends who are now next to you, but I also envy when they can chat with you directly, whereas I just "P".. in the next "Why?" hahaha that's so funny...

I'm looking for you in every room, in the shadow of the dark times, I'm looking for you in every shadow you smile, I'm looking for you I'm meeting you change...

In silence I was stunned for a moment about what was happening right now. The gust of the night wind as it greeted me brought a chill that cooled the heat of mind and heart when you did not tell your whereabouts..

do you realize, when I wait patiently here hovering somewhere while I look for you.

Parararara pararara is like a song flow flok along with his sad tone I listen to to fall asleep, I just hope you are okay, I just hope you are okay,

Restless as if you were hanging this feeling, I was almost helpless for him.when I looked at the sky that was implied was only your smile, when I was in the moonlight, the light of your light I felt, I felt,I don't know what I'm thinking right now.it's so hard and so painful..

I remember for a moment when we were playing soap, when you made bubbles out of the soap foam by clenching your hands and blowing them..

But right now..where are you.? can you hear silence?. Can you see darkness? can you fix the broken one?..

Can You Feel My Heart?

I was afraid to come closer.I felt myself on the Ice floor.If I stayed still I would be cold if I stepped I would slip,

I think you've been missing a week...

heumm...

I hate the longing I feel because the stronger the feeling the more pain the more he stabs me. But what is the force of this hand, the more powerful the pain becomes,this body that can not hold you far away is there, is that so. it feels... I swmppat think whether my race will now be reciprocated as yesterday?? or maybe I'll be like a drunkard whose mouth is still gaping down drinking walaulun is unconscious...

Before this soul thrashed and was on the verge.I treated you like a waitress in a bar, where this longing I served like a customer ordering wine,I poured him a sip for a sip, glass after glass until the customer felt dizzy and left.agar although I could not vent this longing but I kept him coming again and again