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October 10, 2009

A Confession

I might be a hypocrite, to take the words I've said back. I might be so low, to shallow back all the things I've said and done. I might sound like a liar, said something at the first seconds then after that I said that I didn't mean it to be like that. I might be one asshole, judging here and there without thoroughly knowing. I might be stupid, to not hold on my own conscience. I might be the spoiled brat who seems to haven't been satisfied by anything. But I just can't lie.
How can I not love you?
What do I tell my heart?
When do I not want you here in my arms?
How does one waltz away from all of the memories?
How do I not miss you when you are gone?
How can I not love you?
...this is for you.

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