Between us there’s nothing more to say.
A silence is what we really need.
A distance is a lot more better.
Whenever we talk,
there is misunderstanding.
If we don’t there will be confusion.
and then the question will left hanging.
Are you okay, are we okay?
Feeling, falling, fleeting
Time to let go
Papers filled with so many memories
left unseen, scattered everywhere
wanted to be seen
willing to share what it says.
An image of a young lady
all put together and created a story.
Behind those brown eyes
no more traces of lies.
If only those stares speaks,
those eyes so complete.
Little did everyone knows
she suffered, got hurt.
A lot don’t understand
what was those picture shows
but if you’ll look at the other side
you’ll learn there’s hidden emotion
beneath those smile.
Those faces staring at me
reminds me of my own sad story.
Because that girl in the photographs
represents my past.
I tried to fly
yet I can’t find my wings.
I drop to the ground
with nothing to hold on.
I fought being dragged down.
I grip into the darkness.
I struggle to survive
and keep on breathing.
Life have been drifted away
I’m barely alive
When I closed my eyes.
I hope NSeoul will grant me my wish… If it will come true I would come back there again and buy 10 of these… and make a wish for 10 lost hearts.
I spent my few days in Seoul searching for an answer only to find out that there’s a lot more than having to seek for my “whys” in life. Seoul is a place where love can be felt in almost all places. It’s a place to love, be loved, to find love and to start a new life and even shares your own frustrations. Seoul is and will always be in which you can express your feelings, where you can say what you truly feels through songs, letters and poems. Starting from the streets, cafe, restaurants, buses, trains, historical places and even on walls and staircases.
I fall in love, I fall out of love in Seoul.
If it’s love we won’t call it a one night stand.
If it’s love I won’t be hurting this much.
If it’s love there will be spark whenever we kiss.
If it’s love I won’t feel any regrets.
If it’s love we will treasure every seconds, every minute, every moment, but then we never did.
If it’s love it’s worth the risks but then again in the end everything doesn’t make sense.
If it’s love I should have called you mine.
If it’s love everything will stay as it is and will never ever fade and die.
I step inside and seated.
The first thing I noticed
the place is empty
and I realized
it’s just you and me.
I flipped through the menu pages
of random dishes I never tasted.
I was about to try something else
but I just ordered fried rice instead.
I may look dumb there
because you reach out to me
and said something
instantly I replied “there’s no need”
when I didn’t even hear what you said.
Well, that’s me.
When I look at you
you do look like someone
oh fuck I said to myself
I fall for that face
your black shirt
your black jeans
the way your jeans hangs on your hips
all really fits well
I keep staring at you
praying that you’re staring at me too
but my mind is just playing tricks
and my heart feels like thumping
dumb dumb dumb dumb
And then BAM!
I caught you’re looking
fuck again I said to myself.
then I stand and walk away
still with an untouched fried rice on my plate.