星期六的深夜,
没睡意的夜晚,
朋友说我喜欢孤单的感觉,
想想他也说对了。
嘴里哼着的都是悲歌,
呢喃着自己也不晓的事,
黑暗与我融合了,
爱上哀伤,
习惯了曾经厌恶的感觉。
喃喃自语着的诉说,
就只有对着自己开启,
开启关闭已久的心房。
也许爱上了哀伤,
也许习惯了孤独,
喃喃的哼着自己的悲伤,
自己的黑暗。
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This is just a place I share my feelings, spilling everything in mind out. So there may be some spit all over the blog, bare with me then. 这是一个我常常吐口水的一个地方,好的坏的都吐。 有时可能会有点痰,那时忍点吧~
2 comments:
tzer....long long long time didnt c u n others liao...
really miss those time we lepak...haha...
when u wanna cook again??...miss it so much....
hate being a grown up....
-FuN-
fun:
yea maybe this is the start, but still I hate it a lot... miss the moments when it use to be simple.
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