The Rain.

i knew this day would come again.

the day that we argue again.

but now it's getting worst.

cause i cant sleep the whole night thinking about it.

the moment a drop of my tear fell onto my pillow,

i can hear the rain pouring outside.

so happen right?

just by listening to the sound of the rain pouring,

itz like telling me to look back what actually happened,

and how I can actually mend this situation.

but now it turns out to be different.

no text no calls.

just silent cold war between us.

was it my ego or his to be blamed?

was it my pride or his pride to be defended?

was it actually my fault or his fault?

thanks Rain.

you actually made me cried more.

and you eventually calmed me down a little.

after one sleepless night,

i really need somebody to soothe me, appease me, pacify me.

eventhough now it turns out not to be a somebody,

but a natural phenomenon, a miracle i should say.

i dreamt bout u yesterday,

even in my short nap.

im glad u're here, though only in my dream.

P.S. I Love You