crackedbones

I could only stare at you and secretly want to kiss your lips.

Can I touch your lips with my lips? Let them collide and brush each of its softness, with damp but warm sweet sighs?

Will you let my right hand run free brushing your hair and the left one go caressing your back?

Could you hold me tight cause I might tremble, trying to contain myself to properly love you?

Have you ever thought that you’re in love with the wrong guy? Maybe he has the look and some of his attitudes are good and some other cheesy reasons. But how if he hurts you, disrespects your choices/life for so many times yet you still like/love/whatever that is to him?

Thoughts of you make me cry in pain. I miss your presence.

Must start thinking that I cry because I feel.

Today, I saw someone I care most, taking picture with another woman. I try to be okay, but it’s actually not. But again, who am I to get jealous of his social life anyway?

I was trying to find you in the crowd and you just showed up. Like a hint ray of sun in such gloomy afternoon.

Fighting with your close friends is twice hurt compared to being dumped by a jerk.