Who Owns My Heart?

             Is it love or is it art?

Ke$ha!

This blog has outlived its purpose.

Shamelessly spamming my Kesha fetish

Afterwards

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Later, I finally understand how to love
But you have long disappeared in the sea of people.
Later, I finally understood amidst tears,
that some people will not return once they are gone.

The white petals of white gardenia
Fell on my blue pleated dress
Love you, you whispered
I lowered my head and smelled a burst of fragrance

That perpetual night, my seventeenth midsummer, that night when you kissed me
Made me think back to its night sky every time I sighed afterwards

Love back then. 
Why was it so simple?
And why is it that young people must hurt the ones they love?
In this similar night, are you also regretting and overcome by nostalgia?
If we weren’t so stubborn then
We wouldn’t regret so much now

How are you remembering me, with smile or silence?
All these years, has anyone kept you from being lonely?

Later, I finally understand how to love
But you have long disappeared in the sea of people
Later, I finally understood amidst tears,
that some people will not return once they are gone

If we weren’t so stubborn then
We wouldn’t regret so much now
How are you remembering me, with smile or silence?
All these years, has anyone kept you from being lonely?

Later, I finally understand how to love
But you have long disappeared in the sea of people
Later, I finally understood amidst tears,
that some people will not return once they are gone
Never again will it repeat
that a boy loved that girl

How many times have you gotten your heart broken?

I have many many times been the victim of my own idealism

Last night I saw a girl sitting to my front right in my Bio class. Her side face looks just like you… I kept staring at her since then, and, for the rest of the class, didn’t hear a single word the teacher said.