a love-hate affair
i swear he mocks me. the way he pronounces and “adds” apple into his words, his sentences, i can feel his mockery sliding all over me, with the intent to disgrace and embarass me.
and much as i dislike it, there’s few things i can do about it. because, like writing this blog in this manner, i have few evidences to prove that he is mocking me. i have no patience for him. i hereby hate this course, but more importantly, i hate him who tortures me so.
he and those fake smiles of his can get fucked.
I cannot walk away,
From the heartbeats,
From the Twinkling Eyes,
Where the heart does not lie.
If happiness is such a sin,
If happiness is such a bliss,
That the heart dwells in,
Where would the righteous be?
Have the heart sigh more
For anyone?
Have the heart taken more
For happiness?
Would the heart sin more
For joy?
Does the heart deserves
Such gentle love?
I wouldn’t know.
But…
I cannot walk away,
I cannot let go,
I cannot break a heart
That is not my own.
