Monday, April 27, 2009
You'd think that after so long searching
when you've finally found happiness
that you'd actually deserve it, and keep it.
But it's not amazing, or surprising that
this life just isn't cut out to be.
I don't know what to think anymore
I don't know how I'm going to face the future
I especially don't know how I'm going to face you.
Stuck in this foreign country,
half-hearted to go home because you're there.
And I don't think I can take it.
Sometimes when you can't find your parents,
you're always told to stay put until they find you,
much like how I hope that this time,
my missing heart will come back to find me.
Until then, I lay defeated.
I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING
BUY A TICKET HOME.
15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.
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