Call me for a good time
This would have never happened if you didn’t leave me
A tiny poke lends an instant handicapped feeling
Baby,
This person who’s playing with her fingers on the keyboard may not be the fairest of them all. For you to act like one, is acceptable as she finds you, well… beautiful. Nobody wants to be a hypocrite but there are times we need to be one. If we could pretend for a second that we didn’t know each other, your perspective of me would definitely be different.
Baby,
When you pressed on the numbers and made the call, I thought to myself, “What’s it for?” Nonetheless you still pursued and believed in your dream, which I thought should be admired even though you fell flat on your face. I thought, “Oh hell, you did not just do that!” But I let it go.
Baby,
Yes, I couldn’t help but feel like my esteem’s balloon has been poked hard. It did pop but then, God is able to take back all the blessings He has ever blessed you with. The same goes with me, so can we be a little grateful here? No cat fight is necessary. :).
Baby,
I wish you well.
NXH
Excuse me? Blogspot? That is so 2005.
Susah betul nak call you, kalah nak call Agung. Ingat nak call Agung td.
“Walaupun aku digilai ramai, akhirnya aku kecundang jua (di alam percintaan)” kata Alfian Tahir ketika ditemui di restoran Old Town Kopitiam.
I miss the office!! Hehe, I think wut I miss the most is goin sumwhere each and every morning where ure attached to. Sayang, I miss u soo much lar. I sayang u gila babi nye!!!
I love you so much today sayang! Yeap, just today because tomorrow, I’ll love you even more!
End Transmission
Pull the top down, use your knees to drive. I’ll make it worth your while, just let me taste the sky. You pressed your mouth on mine and fed me a star. And you said, “We never can truly know who we are.”
With the lights out and the night inside, the broken radio was playing suicide. I felt myself falling. I confessed to you, “I saw a body.” But you said you’d seen a few.
This night has only just begun. If there’s discretion that you’ve not abandoned, now is the time. We’ll burn at best the morning sun. Go grab your bag, I’ll bring the gun.
Keep the top down, use your knees to drive. I’ll hide these words, they’re only yours to find. You pressed your mouth on mine and said, “They call us stars.”
Then said, “We never can truly know who we are.”
Everything was burning bright. Everyone was frightened. You said, “Stay strong.”
Everybody knowing that what we’d invited still remains when we’re gone.
Be careful. Take it slow and follow your guts.
