P h i l e m a t o p h o b i a .

or am I?


i keep on smiling

cos i know you're the one that making me so,



"Sure I'll call ya then.

I'll call you tomorrow night too.

And the night after that if ya want"

goodnight you ;)


i always think that i have found my other hand to share
but every time i hold your hand,
it slowly came to mind..
is this hand really belongs to me?

the fright that give me chills every time i sleep
feelings that i can't hold inside,
the thought of you letting me go on just that;
why does your hand felt so temporary on mine?

let mine go if you just wanted my hand to play
loose me from your embrace if you just wanted warmth on those chilly days
unattached my heart from your affection if you just wanted to catch

stop here,
before it’s too late
stop here,
because I don’t want any regrets


is it us that finds love?


is it love that catches us?


it's really hard for me to say
that i rather choose.
because inside of me tells that
i still can't open that piece of heart.

it's not you,
just remember that.

i could only taste you and not having you
where it goes like i try them all at once.
one thing that i really hate.
hating it cos i'm the one to blame

should i just throw it all and wipe it all off?
kill the thing that i have inside,
all of the sensation that i like,
all of the giddy up

if i could just say it to "one, two, three" or "A B C"
it would be so easy to choose.
But i rather not say 'i choose'
where it goes like a period.

are you my one exception for me to open that heart?


Maybe i know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone

But darlin,

You are the only exception.