You’ve Said Enough

YOU SAID you care for me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you don’t act like you do.

 

You said you love me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you act the other way around.

 

You said you believe me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you question every words I say.

 

You said you’ll be there for me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you’re always walking away.

 

You said everything will be okay

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you’re the one who’s not open-minded.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, drawn to you

Here I am believing

in all the things that come out of you.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, listening to you

Here I am hoping

to all the words that you’ve used.

 

You said things..

You said..

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you didn’t mean a thing you’ve said.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, a fool

Here I am, an idiot

still hanging when you’ve already given up.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, hurt

Here I am, in pain

Please, you’ve said enough..

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It Kind Of Hurts

There’s a Look In Her Eyes

IT KIND of hurts

when all I care is you

It kind of hurts

when all I think is you

It kind of hurts

when all I remember is you.

It kind of hurts

it has been too long

but it seems

it was just yesterday.

It kind of hurts

I thought I’ve forgotten you

I wanted to forgot everything

but here you are invading my mind.

It kind of hurts

it must mean nothing

I must feel nothing

but why does it hurts?

It kind of hurts

I forced myself not to react

I forced my heart not to beat

but I know it’s impossible.

It kind of hurts

I know I know I know

I thought it was long gone

but it was never gone at all.

It kind of hurts

but you didn’t know

and you’re oblivious

that it kind of hurts.

It kind of hurts

for the nth time, I’m saying

for the nth time, I’m feeling

that it kind of hurts.

It kind of hurts

but it only hurts

just because it was YOU.

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We Said We Don’t Care

YOU SAID you don’t care,
I said I don’t care.
But in every sleep,
I saw you in my dreams.
And in every silence,
You heard my voice.
But we said we don’t care.

You said you don’t care,
I said I don’t care.
But in every song I hear,
I heard your voice.
And in every song you sing,
You sing for me.
But we said we don’t care.

You said you don’t care,
I said I don’t care.
They all say, talk. Just talk!
They all say fix it. Just do it!
But there’s nothing to talk,
And there’s nothing to fix.
And we said we don’t care.

I have loved you and I still do
You have loved me and you still do
But you didn’t know what I feel
And I didn’t know what you feel
Can’t we just talk,
Can’t we just admit;
We care.

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What Many Would Say

my unfinished business

I WAS drawing using my pen. Pen. Not a pencil. And drawing using a pen means you can’t make a mistake. As I continue moving my hand, no matter how hard I tried to slow down to make sure I’ll not make any mistake, I still do. Yeah, I know it is impossible not to make any mistake at all. Even just a little bit wrong move of my hand means a big mistake.

Then it flashes right through my mind; drawing is a lot like living. Many would say, I can’t draw, I can’t. And I wanted to ask, do you ever try? Many would say, I’m no good at it. And I wanted to ask, do you ever try your best to be good at it? Many would say, I can’t do it, I can’t draw, I’m not like the others. And I wanted to ask, do you need to be like them[the others]?

It’s like living! Many would say, I can’t take this anymore. And I wanted to ask, do you even try facing it? Many would say, my life’s so damn and it’s nonsense. And I wanted to ask, do you even try to do good and make your life worth living? Many would say, look at their life, I’m not like them, I’m not as fortunate as them, I’m not as good as them. And I wanted to ask, why do you need to be like them in the first place? You are not like them because you are different! We are all different in a way.

Those things have happened. Those words have been said. Those questions have been asked. And those same things will continue to happen. Those same words will be spoken again and again. Those same questions will be thrown again and again. My point is not only in drawing but in living and in all the things we do..

Drawing. Living. It doesn’t matter how much we try to slow down. Being afraid of making a mistake does not mean not committing any. As avoiding to make a mistake does not mean not having any.

But it’s in our mindset that a mistake will ruin our drawings, that a mistake will ruin our lives. A mistake that makes the drawing ugly, a mistake that makes the life miserable. But what our eyes didn’t see is that a certain mistake, sometimes, is what makes our drawing beautiful, what makes our drawing different, is what makes us learn a lesson, what makes us stronger than we used to be.

If we are afraid to draw then how can we see how beautiful our drawing will be? How can we see what we can do without trying? How can we appreciate ourselves? If we are afraid to live then how can we see how beautiful life is? How can we see what life can give us without experiencing it? How can we accept who we really are? If we will not draw, no one will draw for us. If we will not live, no one will live for the life which must be ours.

Many would say, why continue doing things if you can’t even do it? And I wanted to ask, why not do things that will make you go on? Why giving up when life gave us all the reasons not to?

Many would say… but what would YOU say?

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