Sixth sense,mi amor

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     Just like most stereotypes,songs are also defined based on looks—tune.It is commonly categorized as 'cool' song if it sounds redundant.Repeating butts and asses wiggling.With girls' and boys' heads all banging to its hypnotic rhythm.It really doesn't matter what it means,as long as it sounds chilling,then that's a superb masterpiece.Horrible.

      Songs were just like poems—as long as it rhyme at its end,then its good,even without meaning. Poems were sadly those walls you can whisper when it's 2:00 in the middle of the night,when you can hardly breathe—suffocated,when all of your sullenness visits you cursing you with edgy knives that usually prick your heart causing your sudden breakdown.

     Poetry were those things that you can cry on when humans aren't available.Poetry is the most underrated medication when you felt like falling over and over again,pathetic lad.
     
      And it's just sad how I used poetry to show you my affection. I didn't intentionally use it in any means but its the only voice I could use for you to hear what my heart says everytime I happen to talk to you—I love you.

     Maybe,you're just ignoring the fact that someone far from you was super head over heels in love with you. I ain't saying that I just loved you just because you're smart or you're kind or anything good about you.I just love you instant and I didn't really know why am I so desperate to change my being just to fit what you were as of now.You're more of an inspirational persona to me and I think that's a good thing.And all of the poems I wrote since the day I knew you were all for you.I know this is always cliche but you're different.I dont care about the looks—as what most people saw in first glance in songs,poems and people.First impressions might last and it lasted on me.Good thing I talked to you first before I saw your beautiful face.(pls excuse my french)

    You are my poems,you're in like Flynn—my precious words combined.I am near to believing that I am a part of your ribs.I was just so attached to you though you are showing cautions against love. You're coward in love,I just realised though i knew you let bygones be bygones. Traumatized...maybe, but you're the best of both worlds—love and hate.You can also write it in your poems by the way.

     I just wished that one day you'll subject me as your very own masterpiece.I am waiting for that day to come.It's a small world,after all.

Ps: It’s my sixth sense that tells me to find you wherever you are.So don't you dare go too far.

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