There
is this cute little girl whom I like;
I
like her so much that I already am in love,
Love
her too hard that it always hurts.
And
it hurts so bad that it almost kills.
But
that’s not a dead end to this beginning.
‘Cause
I’m not that kind who would give up easily,
Neither
the kind who would want to wait forever.
But
my unfolded wide open arms are only to embrace you,
And
I mean, one and only for you.
I
may seem fine at surface but deep beneath resides a loneliness.
A
thirsty and hungry loneliness that starves for love.
A
thrilling love which always left me surprised.
And
a confused surprise whose reason, I might never know.
Maybe
it was decided and is a gift from the almighty above,
That
the route of love ain’t always a silky plain;
But
the plain with the pointed edges obtruding outward
Like
the exquisite red roses surrounded by the thorns.
And
I accept to walk the plain and the thorny roses.
I
tired tirelessly not to be like a jerk or sound like a geek,
But
I failed and have proven to be one on her behalf.
She
knows it better than herself that I love her deeply,
And
I know it better than myself that she hates me bitterly.
Her
hate so strong that whenever I dare think about her,
It
crumbles my heart, shatters to pieces and a chilly pain remains.
But
hey, just know that the harder you hate, the stronger I’ll stand.
Stronger
than I ever was and bettered than you ever thought
And
all of these I do it, just for you.
