THE NAMELESS MOONCHILD

    Looking back to my high school life there was once a time where I thought love was terribly and utterly overrated. I would roll my eyes in exasperation upon hearing the very word. I would even sigh at couples swinging their intertwined hands in public, shaking my head at their naive ingenuousness                                                     Love didn't need to be woven into the storyline of every movie, and it certainly didn't need to be the focus of seemingly every song on the radio. But maybe I couldn't fathom society's absurd emphasis on this strange emotion because I had never truly experienced it for myself. Until he came along. I couldn't remember when does it happen or how does it happen. You can't see it coming, but it does makes you unsteady, makes you question everything you believe, making you infuriatingly an inecxplicab...

9 Hey you, Remember when we used to have each other? The bads and goods we've been through together The laughter, crying and holding each other's hands The promises, gifts, and kisses that never ends Have you still thought of that? Hey you, Can I come around this evening? I may not know how to hold you close anymore But when you held out your arms and I was a cracked porcelain We look at each other as we stood at the precipice and I know once I fell, I'd never stop But we were always meant to say goodbye. Hey you, You know what's weird is you feel like both parties  and the person you want to talk is out of reach and you are mad at them for changing at all But somehow you want them close Even though you have to let go and I know I love you so, love you enough to let you  C.x

There is always these odd things about love that couldn't be defined properly One day you walked into your favourite restaurant and there he is sitting on your favourite spot. Against the cherry blossom wall, sipping on his cold iced coffee and there he is It is as simple as that. As easy as that The wild butterflies finally free again because you can feel them inside of you. It was like what he did on the first time. Or there would be someone else just like him. Then he would turn to look at you and it would all BEGIN AGAIN You see my dear, Love appears like particular blue in the sky or as a song on the radio It doesn't came with crashing waves or thunderbolts when it finds you It drowns you slowly like a warm winter sunrise where the promise of summer shines within Even is he's made of cigarettes and you're such as sweet as strawberry It will always make a great attraction, strong connection along with a desire A DESIRE TO ...