Mr Doe-Eyed

I've missed the throw twice.

First, i was too hesistate to execute and the blames on me.

Secondly, i didn't look before i execute, simply i don't care.

But it's a beautiful mistake.

I wouldn't want to miss it this time, i told myself.

I've measured the wind direction, the strength and accuracy.

I've all the preparation and even our melody to it.

But i guess the luck is not on me.

And i don't know if i'll miss this time.

Calling out your name is my job.

Thinking of you is my thought.

There's one thing i know.

I'm no longer the number in your list.

No longer the top few lister anymore.


I'll do like what we did in the past.

But this time i'll feel even harder,

because it's even greater.

I'll bite my tongue and ripe my hair,

and a year will pass.

Appreciate the moment we shared the tears together.

The soft lips that landed on mine.

And the promises of colourful hands not being made.

I'll still grab hold of you.

This is where i end

and this is where i start.

You'll always be in my heart.

Think

I think I've already lost you

I think you're already gone

I think I'm finally scared now

You think I'm weak

I think you're wrong

I think you're so mean

I think we should try

I think I could need this in my life

I think I'm just scared that I know too much

I can't relate and that's a problem


There's a little bit of something me in everything in you

I'll see you the next time i see you.

There are many changes and it whirl around the circle.
In the end, it's back to us again.
Like it said "in the end" and it's the end of it.

It's our turn to whirl around. But not for me, now.
I have to carry it and keep running to jet up the stamina.

This is ain't new to me. I've taste it before.

I've grown and became stronger to resist the devils.

Not like before, i'm able to make decision now.

I will forgive the song of us.

Let it be and i'll see to it.

But there's something that cannot be denied.

The seeds have been planted into the ground.

C.K.

So now you know.

I really don't have the words.

it's like i'm being put into a cylinder and trap in there

with the minimum oxygen thats given to me.

The title is the main story about this.

C.K.