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.
