This kinda stupid.
Really.
Have u ever wake up from your 3 hours of sleep,
finding out your tears just flooding up your pillow..
and you just can't stop tearing.
You actually dont feel any sadness.
Don't feel any pain.
Don't really know what's going on.
Don't have a clue was there any nightmare..
Considering your life is okay,
and there is no such thing that you can call a problemo.
You just sit there.. tearing and thinking.
What the f*#* is going on??!!??

I don't do tears.
I don't do whine.
I just don't do tears.
But it happened.
And I couldn't stop it.

What is it about?

(sigh) am I missing someone?
(sigh) I dont have that love.
(sigh) I am not even sure whether I need one.
I simply miss the thouch.
The real thouch of the real love.
In which I just can't help myself to deny.

Please, get this kind of love away from me.

written by the melancholy side of me