i hear promises, i dont see them happening.

Saying I love you,
Is not the words,
I want to hear from you,

More than words,
is all you have to do
to make it real.
Then you wouldn't have to say
that you love me,
'Cause I'd already know.

What would you say,
if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new,
Just by saying I love you.

Now that I've tried to
talk to you and make you understand,
i'm sorry for wanting to end it ytd night.
it was turmoil for us both,
and although i knew my words hurt but i meant it.

i dont want a deja vu, like a spoilt recorder with the repetitive apologies and promises,
i just yearn real love.

i dont need the things that you gave me.
because i cant afford to balance that give-and-take.

i dont mind,
taking public transport,
back at sembawang park,
swinging and pressing our feet in the sand.
breezing wind, smelly air.
munching on cheap food.


my idea of being in love is very simple.