After A While

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child

and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.

After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...

After A While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall

Closure.

One last talk to deal with it.
Closure. Once and for all.

Done.

Amazing sense of closure.

Relief.

Light heartedness.

Freedom.

Happiness.

Hope for tomorrow.

Suddenly this appears in my mind.
"Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, great is thy faithfullness, Lord, unto me."

Kenangan Terindah

Aku yang lemah tanpamu
Aku yang rentan karena
Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu
Yang mampu menyanjungku

Selama mata terbuka
Sampai jantung tak berdetak
Selama itu pun
Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu

Darimu... Kutemukan hidupku
Bagiku... Kau lah cinta sejati

Bila yang tertulis untukku
Adalah yang terbaik untukmu
Kan kujadikan kau kenangan
Yang terindah dalam hidupku
Namun takkan mudah bagiku
Meninggalkan jejak hidupku
Yang tlah terukir abadi
Sebagai kenangan yang terindah

Kenangan Terindah - Samsons

Let memories be memories

"Let memories be memories"

How can i do that?
It was just too beautiful. Sweet.
That tinge of shyness. Innocence. Pure.

If you asked me to tell you what was the most heart warming memory.
I wouldnt be able to answer you.
There are just too many to decide which is the best.

I have tasted something good.
Why would i want to go back to eating paper?
How could I?

Now do you blame me for not letting it just be a memory?