whisper

i have a secret.
but i dont think its wise for you to know yet.
i dont mind being miserable (emo seh tiara.. haha )
its matters of the heart if u really must know.
cheesy cheesy cheesy... ~~

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ive got a restless desire for something better.
a better life? a better poem? a better character? a better future?
it goes... on and on and onn.. but you wouldnt care.
because you've got your own problems,
your own life.
your own world.
your own love.
share it with me. because i feel that ive got so little.
and that you've got much more.

i cant seem to write anything anymore.
why?