Saturday, August 7, 2010


i dont care to be a mad,
if ur with me to take care of.
i dont care to die,
if u fill top of my grave with fresh flowers

i donno how to express my love,
how to hide my love,
i dont want you to know.
because, thats the only way to
move away from me.

each turn of the street give me
a feeling of your existence.
am expecting to see you on each roads,
each streets.
mad me!
mad you!

1 comment:

  1. I mad for her ; but why I am not made for her - shakespear