Sometimes it seems that i have so much to say.
Everytime i face you, it seems that everything is lost.
Empty minded.
Sometimes talking to you meant alot more then just a normal chat.
Sometimes talking to you is simply bland.
Emotions may run wild at times, minds may be lost at times.
Everytime i see you, you seem to lead me back to the correct path.
Give me your hand before i grow old.
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it bless.




Oh my buddha!!! what a freaking dope poem!! i created it myself!! SUPER EMO!!
from now on.. i am going to be juz a little emo-er.
Today went out with my friend alot ppl say i quiet! am i quiet? am i losing it all?
i dun noe HAHAS.. but i really don't think i am quiet..













I am careful not to confuse excellence with perfection. Excellence, I can reach for; perfection is God's business.