I feel pain yet empty feelings in my chest.
Nor quite something happened before.
Or maybe it's the movie i watched an hour ago.
Or maybe it's the books i read a moment before.
Or maybe it's just you.
I feel pain yet empty feelings in my chest.
Nor quite something happened before.
Or maybe it's the movie i watched an hour ago.
Or maybe it's the books i read a moment before.
Or maybe it's just you.
Cigaratte wrapped around her fingers,
As the smoke flew by the breath she blown.
Her eyes staring sorrowly through the midnight air
"This tingly little things won't stop tingling me. It's here"
she said as her fingers pointing at her chest
"But sometimes i feel it at my stomach, too
Especially when i see you, when your eyes look into mine"
He smiled.
She was happy. She felt so fine after telling him that, and after she saw his smile.
But little did she knows
As the time flew her tingles feel too strong-made her chest thights, her breath stopped at a moment, too.
He never look at her anymore, he didn't even met her eyes when he passed by her, which made her tingles grow stronger and rougher that she realized that it was no longer a tingle
She felt a warm things lifted up from her chest into her nose and then her eyes.
It was tears.
She stares at the moon blankly, and she pulls the nicotine into her lips.
She knows-that that nicotine bad for her lungs, she knows that too well.
But maybe he is more harmful for her heart than the nicotine for her lungs
You
You-who never absent in my brain,
You-who filled up my before-sleep-mind
And
You-who haunt my over-sensitive heart.
You.
You-who wasted all of my papers
You-who made me ups-and-down
You-who bring out my lewd side
You.
You who left.
You who don't care
You--who make me fall in love
Breathtaking
.
.
Breathtaking
.
So beautiful ,isn't it? The words.
"You're so breathtaking"
Imagine someone say this to you. How will you feel?
It makes you feel warm, feel something inside you filled up with joy, makes you feel you--and your-from top to toe-are so worth it, and worth their breath.
It makes all of your insecurities gone, and you can finally recognise your presence-- are beautiful.
But hey,
To you who are reading this
You are so breathtaking
Hey everyone.
In case you don't know me well, well i'm--a dreamer.
I love being in something that out of reality, i love fantasy.
I love pouring out my happiness, gratefulness, and even my sorrow--into paper.
Or any other medias.
That's why i find it hard to face reality, i often run from it.
And, by that i mean i do some other things, like drawing, reading books (manga,manwha,novel, etc) , reading poetries or making one. (I LOVE LANG LEAV'S POEMS)
And, so
There we go.
A daydreamer fall in love with a boy.
A boy who lived ( HARRY POTTER) *lol
So.. for you all daydreamers all over the world, don't be like me. It's okay to have dreams, but remember.
You are not in a dream
You are not in a fairytale.