7.2.11

Clogged heart

Oh fuck I love the way you smile.

I have weak knees when I'm with you. If I stay longer, I might crumpled to the floor since the oxygen didn't go the brain to give orders for me to walk properly.

They are all stucked in the heart; pumping everything there. Then the brain freeze. The hand trembled. The voice going shaky. And I stuttered foolishly trying to create sentences to break the absence of communication between.

Let me yell out loud here--FUCK!

4 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2011 at 9:00 PM

    nice one~

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  2. LunaFebruary 9, 2011 at 11:46 PM

    benda-benda conventional boleh pergi mati. tapi, mungkin dengan matinya ia, aku juga mati.

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  3. PencubitFebruary 12, 2011 at 3:52 AM

    anonymous -

    luna - perkara-perkara yang boleh bawa mati kan.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2011 at 7:30 PM

    Kenapa dengan entry2 kau yang buat aku makin berfikir untuk hidupkan kembali si mati yg dah takde? :(

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