He's the sea

"I admired it.

Beyond the sea, beyond the sky... the sun that so far, far away.

It was so bright,

It shined down on me,

It made me warm,

It made me excited.

.

.

.

but,.."

"But?"

"He's the sea."

"what?"

"When i came out of the sea, the surface was filled with sunlight, it was so much fun and exciting..but,

 but i realized it's because the sea was there....that's why i was able to admire the surface."

"Does that mean that you love him?

 . 

 .

 .

 Why are you crying?"

-Nagi No Asukara

More!

"You love her, right?"
"yeah."
"Say it again.
....
 Say it again, that you love her."

"I'm in love with her."
"More!"
"I'm in love with her!"
"More!
 More!
  .......!"
"Hey, would you give it a re--- Hey!"

She runs.
As fast as she can.

It hurts.
The love that i feel for him...it hurts.
It needs to hurt more and more, to push my feelings to him to a breaking point.
So i can throw them away.
So then, will i
Will i be able to give up on him?


-Nagi No Asukara

Jackass

"You really are cruel."

"I thought you knew that. I'm a Jackass."



The air is chilly, and dry as can be. The laundered sheets lend a gentleness to my surroundings.
Such a cruel boy.
Telling me to dream one more time. 
I thought i was satisfied ,because my dream had come true. And i'd told myself it was enough.
Yet here you are, watering this withered heart again
I'm greedy,so
I'm just gonna dream again..


-shigatsu wa kimi no uso

Realize

Hey,
Remember when we used to meet everyday? I didn't really give a damn about you at that time. But, as the time passed by, we grew--and you grew.

I never realized your mole on the top of your nose or your favorite pose when compliment someone. (you raise your hand with thumbs up)
.
.
Which is really cute.

I never realized your high-pitched sound, or your damned beautiful brown eyes.
You don't know right? It was then, you talked to me. The room was dark, the light wrapped in from the window.
I was sitting and you were on your knees and hand on the desk.
The scene--the people of the room--all gone.
The light befall on your eyes, makes they opened up their true color-light brown. And oh my god, i was trapped in it. I couldn't even move back then. It was really beautiful.I was captivated.
And you don't know right?

I never realized your curved-yet-sharp nose. I couldn't think of something cuter than that.
I never realized your little baldy at the back of your head.
I never realized your gentleness-yet coldness towards me.

I was in love back then. And i am.

Wish i realized it sooner, huh.
Now it's too late, i hope she never will realise it.

Her

I wish i had her eyes,
Not because of their beauty
But the moments they captured when you smiled.

I wish i had her smile,
That kind of smile that makes your heart flutters.

I wish i had her skin,
Her skin that kept your fingertips within it.

I wish i had her hands,
The hands that runs through you soft black hair.

I wish i had her lips,
The lips that you-always-longing to kiss.

I wish i had her hair,
The scent that made you can't sleep at night.

I wish i were her,
Her presence-that you love so much

So damn much.
I wish she was me.

Still

At the end of my eye,
There's still tears of missing you
At the tip of my toe
There's still fingertips of yours
At the bloom of my smile
There's still a thought about you
How--the sun made you look from far
How--your smile made me blue as the sky.

Those days i haven't seen you in awhile--made me freakin fool myself that i have moved on, the thought of seeing you with her--do not scare me anymore.
But,
At the corner of my mind,
At the depth of my heart,
I still wish for you somehow.

Pretty faces.. or pretty soul?

big rounded eyes, 
long sharped nose.

red velvet lips,
longing for a kiss.

a curvy silky hair,
spark in the radiant

all i want.
just to be pretty. 
but all i have,
is in reverse.

admit it, everyone love pretty faces.
and me either.
the way they spoil our eyes--the way they amazed us.
the way they made us jealous.

but pretty soul-
no. people rarely have it.
Pretty soul is hidden, they do not open up until you touch them.
even if it's just a little, you can finally see.

the way everyone loves them, not because of their faces, or anything.
but because of their presence.
it's beautiful.
how everyone feels comfortable when they are around.
how their words-and-smile, warm people's heart.

but still,
nobody perfect.

some people with pretty faces, do not have pretty soul,
and pretty soul, do not have pretty face.

if you have both,
then you are a lucky human.