Cinta is waking up every morning and that person is the first thing on your mind. It's when anda would do anything to see them smile and it breaks your hati, tengah-tengah so much to see them cry that anda cry with them. It's when anda want them to be happy even if it's not with you. Cinta is when every song anda hear reminds anda of them and every place anda see makes anda think of somewhere you've been with them. It's knowing that anda want to spend every minit of every jam of every hari of every tahun for the rest of your life trying to make that person understand exactly how much anda care. It's when anda do little things just because, it's being sad when anda have to go. Cinta is when anda know that anda can't wait till anda get to see that person again. It's knowing that it's lebih than just a physical attraction, but something so much deeper. It's when anda don't even notice other people in "that" way cause you're so focused on that person. It's accepting them "as is", faults and all. It's when they have little quirks that make anda smile and its when anda just can't get enough of them.
Cinta is knowing that anda can't explain how anda feel in words so anda spend every minit just trying to express it with actions. It's lebih than making out atau sex, it's those moments just holding each other and knowing that that's enough. It's the little inside jokes and secrets that always make anda smile. It's wanting to do something special when they're down. It's wanting all of your Friends to know them cause you're so happy to be with them. It's when you're proud of them and support them in everything they do cause anda believe in them without a doubt. It's something anda can't express in words but in actions. It's knowing that you're truly HAPPY cause anda mean the world to someone and they mean the world to you
I can't believe you're a Cinta that I've found,
I was alone in this crazy world
but you're the one who let my Cinta unfurl,
You're the bintang to my burst, the hati, tengah-tengah to my beat,
I can't believe we're in love, falling so deep,
We are to opposites yet the same,
I think about our Cinta until I go insane,
Two Lost souls found one another,
All that matters is that we Cinta each other,
I can't think our Cinta through
but my hati, tengah-tengah always knew
Here's what it has to say;
You're all that I want at the end of the day,
If anda can see from my point of view,
All I can say is that; I Cinta you.
I had this bf and he was my best friend, I told him everything and kind of depended on him in a way I geuss. I don't no if he really felt the sane way, though he told me he did. We went out 4 lk 9 months then he breaks up with me. It has been 8 months since we broke up with him and I convinced myself I hate him for letting me alone. I bbt tlk to him but a couple days lalu he came to my work and I got all shakey. Then when I txted him tht night I got all excited when he txted me back. I xonviced myself I'm over him but idk! I think I was until I saw him. Can someone tell me what I'm feeling?
We met
Two strangers.
Knowing of pain.
And hati, tengah-tengah ach.
We met
Two people.
That crave love.
Affection.
We met.
Not inderstanding the feelings.
That are invading our souls.
The feeling that makes us smile.
We met.
We talked.
We laughed.
We understood eachother.
We met.
We fall in love.
Now a Cinta is found.
From two strangers.
I might not say it enough.
But I Cinta you.
We met.
I need you.
I crave your touch.
Your kiss.
Your arms.
I know I might never feel them.
We met.
But I dream of you.
I will be witth anda in my dreams.
I do not know if anda feel the same Cinta as me.
I hope so.
We met.
It doesnt matter.
How long it lasts.
For the hours.
We have spent.
On here.
We have Loved.
A life time.
Ok, this is a poem (not mine) that I found on Someone's dinding that muhammadadil had posted:
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the bahagian, atas of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the bahagian, atas think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's Brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the bahagian, atas of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the bahagian, atas think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's Brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Of what,
of who?
Could it hurt,
could the pain
return again?
There's me
holding that
cold glass of wine,
staring at her,
trying to forget...
And there he is,
sad and distant
like usual.
Oh why,
oh why?
And me again,
but this time
I was happy.
So happy for
all those
sweet kisses
he gave me...
And again he,
looking at me
and wondering...
Oh I should have known!
Inside my Fantasi
I seek
for his kisses
that poisoned
my body,
i cari for
the reason,
trying to see...
There he is
again,
oh
his kisses,
what did he do to me,
oh
he fooled me again...
Nothing was real,
he was wondering,
oh
he was trying
to see
her in my eyes,
oh...
He gave me all
that sweetness,
but he belongs to her.
Oh,
he's so sad
because of her.
He's so distant
because of her.
Oh,
he disrupt my dreams
because of her.
Because of her...
