Army wasn't easy. but it was an enriching experience.. my time that was out of camp was entirely devoted to her. yet... she became soon a stranger...
What is freedom? Freedom is what you decide to do.... it isn't limited by other people's boundaries... I couldnt critic her.... Even if tried i knew she wouldn't like it.... so i let the bird fly, i didnt have time to think... i was busy in the army anyway.... all i wanted was to see her....
she soon .... loved to go clubbing.... (people ask me .... why do you let your gf go clubbing) i dont know how to answer..... it hurts.. yet i know i have to do it...... becos that is freedom.
She went on holidays.... with a couple, an a guy.... So there were all together 4 people.... it hurts... yet i know i have to do it.... becos that is freedom...
Sure there is trust for her..... but .... it still hurts... she had best guys friends.... so many.... maybe cos i didn't/couldn't spend enough time with her. I had the best rational excuse... i was in the army. She became soon a stranger....
I had my freedom..... I think i got a bit carried away.... and i lost the opportunity to know my stranger just a little more... I wish i gotten to know her a little more... a little bit into that brain. But.... she didnt tell me.... she didnt tell me anything till the very end. I guess the stranger got further and further away.... Like a bird... unless we are a flock..... we will be seperated.
Can you love the person that is now a stranger to you? No. Its awkward.... Can you forget about the person from yesterday? No... its hard... The person from yesterday was what captured my heart... How can the stranger.... be the person from yesterday.... how can you love a person when suddenly she disappeared before your eyes...
But i really miss.... the kisses & hugs....
I really miss the warmth of your presence...
I dont know how was she able to do that..... have a change of heart suddenly.... was it becos of the company they shared? probably... that brought forth even happier memories than me? probably.... recent memories are happier ones... i guess its just my luck to ... go to OCS... to suffer... yet sacrifice alot for the one i love.
I dont know when i will be able to love again.... its puzzling. love.
Now, will you be the love of my life? (:
You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging
And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are x7
We're still here
And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
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