I need more time.
I want more time.
To waste and to spend with you.
To goof off, to treasure and to cherish.
Please give me more time.
- (via amenalcohol)
Cradle me with your arms so warm.
Tigher and closer so I can hear the sound; the sound of your everlasting beating.
To search the deep of your inhaling.
To feel the toughness of your muscle.
The closer I get the faster I melt.
The pump of my soul makes me uncomfortable.
But the way you look at my eyes and the way you hold my arms makes me so calm.
Then from this moment,
I want to stay just like this.
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
through written words alone
There are times when people dont want to open up their feelings and hatred towards you. Even you pushes them to tell it to clear things out. But No, they still remain silent, shut and still.
And what really pissed you off is when they started to make a cirle and keep on whispering and clattering nonsense that you dont know.