Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...
I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.
I was a normal seventeen tahun old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I Cinta everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.
I Cinta her.
That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.
Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minit of everyday, as a ghost.
But, only a ghost. I can't touch her atau talk to her. I've tried my hand only goes through her 'flesh' body.
Many times I've ached to talk to her and hold her in m arms. Especially when she cries herself to sleep.
She tries to act Brave during the hari but at night I watch her cry and whisper my name.
It breaks my ghost heart. People say ghost don't have feelings but they do. Oh, they do.
I now was watching her sleep in her huge bedroom that I remember we slept once.
Her breathing was coming softly. That cute way she always had of breathing through her nose when she slept.
I sat my ghostly body down on the katil and just looked at her.
Her curly brown was in tangles from tossing and turning. Her black, long eyelashes sometimes fluttered as if she was in a dream.
And her lips, oh her lips were as red as ever. Even lebih kissable and sweet.
Her eyes shot open as if she sensed another being with her. Her eyes scanned the room then rested on me. She hesitated as if seeing me but not really seeing.
"Madison," I whispered and laid down beside her.
She looked around, "Whose there?"
I, at first, was shocked. Normally she could not hear me. But, now it seemed she could.
"It's me Zach," I whispered placing my hand on her arm.
She shivered, "Go away. Please leave me alone. It isn't Zach. It will never be Zach."
Tears filled up her eyes and she shuddered.
"It is me. But, I'm a ghost," I said.
"Prove it," she answered. Ah, thats the Madison I knew and loved. She was always suspicious and non beliving.
"The first time we kissed I ended up biting your lip," I told her laughing a little.
Her eyes widened, "Where are you?"
"I'm a ghost. I'm right beside you," I answered smiling at her confused and utterly cute face.
I ran my hand over her head and she shivered, her skin got the goosebumps.
"Oh, Zach," she whispered turning her head, not realizing my face was now inches away.
"I Cinta you. I'll Cinta anda forever," I told her. she started crying.
"I Cinta you. And I always will. Remember we promised to Cinta each other forever and always?" she whispered. She started hiccuping. I chuckled at her beautiful face.
"I'll watch over you, Maddie. I'll be your guardian angel. I'll never leave your side," I said.
"Zach, I hate my life. I want to be with you," she sobbed.
"You will, someday. Someday, you'll die then we can both go to heaven, together," I reassured her.
"Someday..." she repeated dreamily. I planted a Ciuman on her lips that were wet with tears. I tried to bungkus, balut my arms around her but they only went through her soft skin.
"Go to sleep. I'll be with you. I know I won't be able to talk to anda all the time but know I will always be with you," I whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, "I Cinta you, Zach."
"I Cinta anda too."
~*~*~*~*~*~ 60 years later
I did watch over her. We did talk some. My beautiful Madison grew up and became a public school teacher.
I watched her with delight and at nights we would talk. Even though she couldn't feel me I always held her.
Madison died one fall day, from a stroke. I carried her off to heaven.
We now are ghosts, together. She looks young again and beautiful, but she always was beautiful.
I remember the days I used to watch over her, she never married...
I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.
I was a normal seventeen tahun old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I Cinta everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.
I Cinta her.
That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.
Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minit of everyday, as a ghost.
But, only a ghost. I can't touch her atau talk to her. I've tried my hand only goes through her 'flesh' body.
Many times I've ached to talk to her and hold her in m arms. Especially when she cries herself to sleep.
She tries to act Brave during the hari but at night I watch her cry and whisper my name.
It breaks my ghost heart. People say ghost don't have feelings but they do. Oh, they do.
I now was watching her sleep in her huge bedroom that I remember we slept once.
Her breathing was coming softly. That cute way she always had of breathing through her nose when she slept.
I sat my ghostly body down on the katil and just looked at her.
Her curly brown was in tangles from tossing and turning. Her black, long eyelashes sometimes fluttered as if she was in a dream.
And her lips, oh her lips were as red as ever. Even lebih kissable and sweet.
Her eyes shot open as if she sensed another being with her. Her eyes scanned the room then rested on me. She hesitated as if seeing me but not really seeing.
"Madison," I whispered and laid down beside her.
She looked around, "Whose there?"
I, at first, was shocked. Normally she could not hear me. But, now it seemed she could.
"It's me Zach," I whispered placing my hand on her arm.
She shivered, "Go away. Please leave me alone. It isn't Zach. It will never be Zach."
Tears filled up her eyes and she shuddered.
"It is me. But, I'm a ghost," I said.
"Prove it," she answered. Ah, thats the Madison I knew and loved. She was always suspicious and non beliving.
"The first time we kissed I ended up biting your lip," I told her laughing a little.
Her eyes widened, "Where are you?"
"I'm a ghost. I'm right beside you," I answered smiling at her confused and utterly cute face.
I ran my hand over her head and she shivered, her skin got the goosebumps.
"Oh, Zach," she whispered turning her head, not realizing my face was now inches away.
"I Cinta you. I'll Cinta anda forever," I told her. she started crying.
"I Cinta you. And I always will. Remember we promised to Cinta each other forever and always?" she whispered. She started hiccuping. I chuckled at her beautiful face.
"I'll watch over you, Maddie. I'll be your guardian angel. I'll never leave your side," I said.
"Zach, I hate my life. I want to be with you," she sobbed.
"You will, someday. Someday, you'll die then we can both go to heaven, together," I reassured her.
"Someday..." she repeated dreamily. I planted a Ciuman on her lips that were wet with tears. I tried to bungkus, balut my arms around her but they only went through her soft skin.
"Go to sleep. I'll be with you. I know I won't be able to talk to anda all the time but know I will always be with you," I whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, "I Cinta you, Zach."
"I Cinta anda too."
~*~*~*~*~*~ 60 years later
I did watch over her. We did talk some. My beautiful Madison grew up and became a public school teacher.
I watched her with delight and at nights we would talk. Even though she couldn't feel me I always held her.
Madison died one fall day, from a stroke. I carried her off to heaven.
We now are ghosts, together. She looks young again and beautiful, but she always was beautiful.
I remember the days I used to watch over her, she never married...
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a ikan on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with ikan hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The ikan hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a ikan on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with ikan hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The ikan hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I berkata it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What anda do of me
I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my hati, tengah-tengah and my eyes cry
Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the Cinta which I want
The only thing I know
It's I'm better when anda are
Near to me, did anda know?
And I want that anda are
Chorus
It's like
I have a pisau in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need
Chorus x3
You're all I want
I'll be what anda need
And ever other thing
If it's what anda want
People say Bunga are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once anda get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid atau a sunflower.
I may not be a rose atau an iris.
I'm lebih of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once anda get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid atau a sunflower.
I may not be a rose atau an iris.
I'm lebih of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.