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♡ its common of a love story.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008, 12:15 AM
suddenly i'm asked by my cupid,
'why are you still there?
didn't you felt bored waiting for me?'
you replied,
'oh its a patience of a misser.
waiting is just a matter of time.
in my dictionary,
there's no define of boredom.'
ohmygod, just stop,
your endless jokes.
its a common plot.
a love story never changes.
only beautiful dreams,
but ended in disappointment.
anyway,
you asked me to open the closed doors in my heart,
to know who you really are.
give me the secret of heart rantings,
im too shy too confess.
i say, just stop,
your endless jokes.
as its too common im hearing.
a love story would never ever changes.
an only beautiful dreams,
which ended up as a huge disappointment.
without wanting to confess, you're already in my heart.
secretly, i've realised, you're the one im missing.
your waiting is just a space of time-
its only the matter of time till its proved that you're the one i loved.
but, im not easy to believe in confession
that someone's in my heart,
telling him he is my beloved.
so i beg you please just stop
your endless jokes.
cause its common rot im hearing.
a love story will in the world never changes.
a mere sole wonderful, beautiful dreams.
ending with an unbearable genuine disappointment.
its common of a love story.
P.S: I swear this isn't written about OOMA. Let's keep him anonymous.