prologue

NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans

i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.





Sunday, January 23, 2005 11:10


we drive tonight,
and you are by my side.
we're talking about our lives,
like we've known each other forever.
the time flies by,
with the sound of your voice.
its close to paradise,
with the end surely near.
if i could only stop the car
and hold onto you,
and never let go...
i'll never let go.
as we round the corner
to your house
you turned to me and said,
"i'll be going through withdrawal of you
for this one night we have spent."
and, i want to speak these words
but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,
and accept "someday, somehow"
as the words that we'll hang from.
.::.
and i... don't want to speak these words.
cause i, don't want to make things anyworse.
.::.
why does tonite, have to end?
why don't we hit restart,
and pause it at our favorite parts.
we'll skip the goodbyes.
if i had it my way,
i'd turn the car around and runaway,
just you and i.
.::.
and i... don't want to speak these words.
cause i, don't want to make things anyworse.
.::.
*it had been a year since we last met.
smooth.
every beginning has an ending.
ours ended.
i dont want to 'speak these words'.
cause i appreciate our friendship.
eventhough i seemed to be cheating myself,
i think it's worth the while.
'cause i dont wanna make things worse'.*
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