Sunday, March 30, 2008

the front

ive so much to say, but i dont know where to start.
ive so much to show, but i dont know whos watching.
why must it always be a joke or an act.
why do i always need to laugh it out, and feel low deeply.
why am i always the actress of my life and never will be the director.
i hope nobodys listening, so that i can sing out the sound of my heart.
i made them appear on sweat pores, and never on tear duct.

what's right or wrong

it felt so real. for the first time after so long. the signs were real, the feelings were real. the kisses were real. was it the right thing...