i know thatshe's way better than me in talking sweetshe's way better to show that she was caring enoughshe's way more daring& always talk fun thingsshe friends with your best friendsshe has the same favourite genres as you& she knows a lot of songs you like.meanwhile me,i'm no way of all those things.but i listened to every songs you like
do you ever just missing someone,but with a different situation?you miss someone who was already gone,and you miss someone,who was still here but you just cant do anything about it?i dont know what hurts more between those twoi think the idea of missing someone itself already tearing me apart,i was lost.
i always tend to feelthat i'm notgood enoughfor anyoneand sometimes,most of the timei admit that.-you can say thatto me straight in the faceand i may not argue back
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!