To Realize the Value of Time

To realize the value of a year
Ask a student who failed a grade

To realize the value of a month
Ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby

To realize the value of a week
Ask the editor of a weekly newspaper

To realize the value of an hour
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet each other

To realize the value of a minute,
Ask a person who missed a train

To realize the value of a second
Ask a person who avoided an accident

To realize the value of a milisecond,
Ask the person who won a silver in the Olympics

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Had to Let Go

If I had enough to let go, I would

But how if I had nothing

Nothing to get, and so nothing to let go?

How if all I've ever had is you,

Should I let you go?

The Last Letter, The Last Confession

I thought the mature one

Is the one who'd give me one screenshot of advice

the one who'd make me a poem to cheer me up

the one who'd be ready to fight for me, just in case if someone hurt me

I thought the lovely one

Is the one who'd open the door for me

the one who'd sing "You cry, I'll cry" when I cried

the one who'd pick me up in the morning

and say goodnight everynight

I thought the perfect one,

Is the one who will be there if I need him, 

the one who can be somebody I realy want,

But the day I meet this guy,

I know now, the mature one

Is the one who showed me his imperfect life, imperfect man

the one who wanted to be honest

the one who knew, there'll always be enemy who hate us

I know now, the lovely one

Is the one who disturbed me all the time

the one who's never allowed me to cheat at virus vs virus game (no joke)

the one who's begging to me not to cry eventhough he knew, that he's the reason why I cried

the one who found me time, to talk and listened all those stupid-things I told him

the one who saw me in different way, and a little underestimate me, and insult me!

the one who sent me lots of delicious FOOD and chocolate, or ice cream pictures!

I know, the im-perfect one,

is the one who will always be there, no matter whether I need him or not

the one who can be him self, somebody I want to love

This is my letter, last confession

If you remember my post on August, there was a post named Honest Confession 

but this is the last .

The one, is someone who recently I always thought about

But unfortunately, we got lost

I don't know how to say, I'm bad at such these stupid things

I only could write, hope some miracle does happen.

Please Let Me

Give me the time to prove that what we had was real, and what we got wouldn't be expired forever

St Patricks Day

Here comes the cold
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own
You - enter you
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you in powder blue 

Who knows what will be
But I'll make you this guarantee 

No way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time 

In the dark, on the phone
You tell me the names of your brothers
And your favorite colors
I'm learning you
And when it snows again
We'll take a walk outside
And search the sky
Like children do 

No way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
And come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine? 

And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrrick's Day 

We should take a ride tonight around the town 
and look around at all the beautiful houses
something in the way that blue lights on a black night 
can make you feel more
everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be
just like you and me 

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine? 

And if our always is all that we gave
And we someday take that away
I'll be alright if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day

2014

Just a second ago 2013 started, and now it's over. 2014 came to us like a thunder, didn't care whether we were ready or not. 

We recently talked about dreams, passion.

We were, so hard to find those stuffs. It was like butterfly flied around your mind.

You don't know what to do, how to do,

But I think I find it now

I will not stop writing no matter how hard it is

I love writing

And you should try sometimes

Not to write, but find your stuff,

Which always makes you happy when you do, or done it.

Which reveal the best version of you and blessed the other.