Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Timid


I'd always want you as my midnight companion.
Somehow I'm afraid you've heard too much of my voice.
How is it possible for you to cheer me up all the time?
Going official might just leads to formal separation.
I'm coward to that we would fall out of love.
Nothing, but scared.
As things just gone too perfect.
Pray that I'm strong enough to reach the happy ending.


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