Bleeding pen; Thoughts of you all night
I have always been someone’s shortstop before he finds his one true love. That unknown detour deep in the woods. A road he thought might give him a taste of freedom — only to find his way back to his old path. I have always been that beggar on the streets who hopes that someone…
You made me feel I am worthless and I will never be happy. You made me feel that time and time again, history repeats itself — and no guy will ever choose to stay. After all the hurts and grieving I went through, and all those monsters I have to deal with for the past months, I can now finally say…
But they’re books. I know.
He comes like a summer breeze
to bring comfort to your weary soul
like fresh air under the scorching sun,
you will still believe he is the one.
But I guess it’s enough
for me to realize that
I am capable of loving,
and my broken heart
is an evidence for that.