some things,
are remain untold.
there's ways to act it out.
but there's no way to describe it.
life is complicated.
but not as complicated as falling in love.
I'll cry,
if i,
if i continue typing.
but crying is like your heart squeezed,
resulting tears coming out from our eyes,
trickling down our face.
if i could, i would make a song.
but my mind is in blank.

as i type the words out of my mouth,
tears trickle down my cheeks,
like raindrops from the sky.
i looked out & look into the sky.
looking at the bright moon across the horizon.
it wasn't bright enough for others at the western side to see.
bit by bit,
clouds started to fog the face of the moon.
It was as if the clouds gave me answers that,
no one knows.
NO ONE...
as time travels, fast,
i told myself that i could not waste any more precious time.
it is US,
who makes that difference,
NO one else.
I type I LOVE YOU,
but is there any active, strong meaning to it?