nitetime is the oways the loneliest time. every1 u love has gone to bed for a better tml. im still waitin for my dreammate come find me. im so tired. i wan to slp. grrr... i jus can't as usual. to be able to lie on the bed n doze off immediately is a luxury ive long forgotten.. pple say count sheeps helps. 2nite, i will count the stars! ha...
din rain 2nite, at least not now. 1,2,3,4....7,10 hmmm, too little to hypnotise me.
twinkle n twinkles, they look so pretty like glisterin crystals painted over the dark canvas we call nite. yet, thr's oways something depressin abt the stars for me. high high up thr stretchin across eternity. they mus be realli lonely too ba. every glances they stole upon us, every glows' like a word nvr said, stories dat would nvr be told.
although i still love starin at those stars, i noe our souls shall never meet.
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