My (lovely) Guy

So many guys asked me " what do you looking for in a guy ?"
I dont think thats a big question for me because I know what I really need
so I start with...
I love a guy who said " I'm here, right by your side" than who said " I miss you "
" why are you crying? " become "I'm here ready to listen what happened"
and when I smile or laughing, he doesnt believe that I'm so happy at that time but he believe that I'm strong enough to face anything in this life..
sortly, I love a guy who do a simplest thing that people wont do that... :)

I turns into am

I myself believe
Time will never stop
We will always running
Running to catch nothing
We will never really living
We will never live a life
All we do is only Running
Running and believe in nothing
Then,
I made a decision for myself
I dont need a teacher
My life is my teacher
I learn everything in it
because my life is not like yours
we living in a different world
you wont living in my world
because God know you wont survive
you are too spoiled
My life is not easy, its hard..
Nature instrument become my soul ...
They become my lover..
Blended with the taste of a single world ..
I turns into am :) 

Unintended

Came in your life was just like a wind

give an fresh air then fade away

flying high and free falling down into a land

there everywhere when sun goes up and down

like a clown when tears coming down 

like a nurse when blood flow in your skin

you never know what is it means cause you always say "you are too deep to understand"

yeah I am deep as deep as water ground

and you..

you are the slope

never know what's below your feet

If our story is a colour

then, lets start with grey

black and white mixed 

grey means doubtful, yes full of doubt and confusion

that could be light colour or dark colour

we could be laugh together then change into an ice 

no one want to start make a conversation like what lovers always do

I am your unintended

I came bring a future into your life but you still busy mending broken pieces

of the life you had before

She's never as good as I am

and She will never do as good as I did

She never had the feeling I had

She never care of the blood she left in your hand years ago

but you also dont care about it

you still hold those thorns

You are my unintended