one of those day...

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes -

how do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love?

Measure in love.

Seasons of love.

Heart broken

life shaken

smiles gone

feels like broken bone

it was a lifetime ago

when it feels that it will last a lifetime

when it feels no fear

when it knows no despair

do you miss me the way I miss you..

on those odd time when your eyes staring at me again

on those odd time when your voice calling me

on those odd time when the milky way upon me

and I have you in my shadow of past

I rather have a broken bone..

If I can only say one thing..

I want you to be happy, really...

really really really..

but I want to be happy as well..

Now if you don't mind

Can you stop being roomates with my brain

Because when you tickle my soul

and wrap you fingers around my blood

I smile and cry at the same time..

Now if you don't mind

Can you stop being roomates with my brain

Because I need to stop measure my year

by how many nights I dream of you

by how many times I want to kiss you

by how many wish I am to be by yourside

by how many longing day of hearing your voice

by how many.. sigh

Can you stop being roomates with my brain

because I rather have a broken bone