When you're gone...

I know that you're not here, and all I wanna do is stay locked down in my room, listening to those sad songs that normally we don't want to hear 'cuz they bring us down. But when you feel that it doesn't matter if you try to keep your head up high and your sight straight ahead, living still being too difficult, you realize that those songs ain't too different than thing you've been thru, and that there's someone somewhere who feels just like you.
In this fucking point, you probably breakdown and cry.


That's where I'm now, locked in my room, listening to sad songs and crying over my pillow, wondering if you'll change your mind and come back. But then all hopes seem gone. I have accept that you´d probably never come back.


After my eyes run out of tears, I'll try to hate you, but I'l realize that whatever you do, whatever you, I'll still loving you just the same 'cuz love it's blind, silly and unconditional.
Sometimes I'd wish never fall in love again, but Lucky me!! That's impossible.

Love is like a rose
 and like an ember.

Like a rose,
love can quickly bloom
and shrivel up.
And  like an ember,
even if it seems dead
it still alive and hot deep inside.