I've got so much left to say,
if every simple word i wrote about you
would take your breath away,
I'd write it all.
So even more in love with me you'd fall.
Singing Praises
i’m not one of those people who are used to compliments, praises, i’m not. it just kind of feel awkward and all wrong, not to mention hesitating when people sing me a praise, pat me on the back, or flash me a “thumbs-up” smile. it always make me think, ‘they couldnt be joking could they?”. they’re actually sending me some hidden meaning, right?
i found myself yearning for more compliments showering my way, more surprised glints flashing through eyes, more ‘well done, great job!’. i guessed, this is just a humane feeling. we just want to please. oh well, i think i’m just more guarded than other people. it’s just like a self-defense ticker, a firewall or an alarm clock.
POSTED @ 1:38 am | Since you've been gone, a part of me went with you
