strive to live my point

sometimes thought to myself it was beautiful
running either where no one ignored
follow the direction of the wind in search of identity

sometimes also thought to myself it was boring
no one with happy or sad while others
was hoping one day someone came to me

try to not think about it and walked with my friends
and solve problems or to share their complaints with
sometimes life is not as we expected
but how do we adjust our lifestyle to like what

your life in your hands
your choice in your hands
one step you are lost
one vote you sank

think clearly to move
choose the path when stepping too
Be careful in all things
and strive to live my point ...

friendships

when friendships
all problems will be solved
although separated by distance and place
friendship was not broken until the end of time

friendship like the number 8 that there was no rupture
scrolling though there is a problem facing
will pass along ...

cyclical time it did not fade persabatan
have a bond that can be called a civil
share complained, complaining, happy, sad,
or words that are difficult to express ...

when friendships
all problems will be solved
although separated by distance and place
friendship was not broken until the end of time

friendship like the number 8 that there was no rupture
scrolling though there is a problem facing
will pass along ...

cyclical time it did not fade persabatan
have a bond that can be called a civil
share complained, complaining, happy, sad,
or words that are difficult to express ...

I don't deserve you....

if you can't imagine
if you can't feel
My loyalty doesn't mean
whether the sacrifice you don't understand me
survive when everything started to waver
rose as fell
you don't pay attention to all
you can't view all
and eventually
you say too
I couldn't
I could
you're too good for me
I don't deserve you

what should i do...

like a lotus flower floating on the lake
follow the direction of winds
cold air seemed to pierce to the bone
makes lips could not say a word

look up the sky
see the white cloud that enveloped

imaginary peak
I hope a lot of imagination

What should I do
waiting for him that never came

What if I have to stop thinking about it
or wish to return .....

why called love.....

beautiful things we have not necessarily

something beautiful has a very high sense

to love and be loved is the core of all

give and receive what they are is something that must be obeyed

There needs while

There needed while

a determination to remain together

a determination to look after each other

not as easy as turning the hand

not as easy a way with words such as poet

to sacrifice for it, it is necessary

trying to be the best

trying to stay together

whether it is called love ....?