The curtain.

Cover what's on the inside. Cannot be seen through what's on the outside. But, whenever the sun shines, we slide the curtain, letting the light brighten our life.

The curtain of the heart.

Pavlova.

The taste is never been tasted. So do love. How pathetic I am?

Drools.

Hanged.

The flirty you, is gone. Leaving the blanky me, alone.

Sadness.

Craving.

For something. Something that I don't even know what it is.

Craving.

Beautiful.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Yes?

But at some time, I call that as bullshit. Why? Because most of the time, beauty is beauty. Never inner, always on the surface. No?

I am no beauty.

FH vs E

This is not cool. Really not cool.

Can I have both?

Clearance.

We love each other but we can't be together.

I hate this.