Flipped

The ideal type is to believe in fairy tales and love stories 

It's nice to be happy believing these fictional series 

But at one thought, i might not have to live with these 

Cause i know reality may knock and end my fantasies 

I blushed, became nervously uncomfortable, got butterflies in my stomach; 

Aimed to get that not so high yet unreachable star luck 

I wished upon the star, the fountain, the coin, the well and even on rock 

I gathered signs, knew all stuffs and watched his back 

I really can't get off my sight, my phone and his texts 

He said he had crush on me, then what happen next? 

Is it my fault? his? Or not really meant to be? 

Why do i kept on hoping that he's my destiny? 

He's always in my dream like it's enchanted 

I wonder if he ever think of me or even have me wanted 

Did he took me seriously? or took me for granted? 

I don't know. Lately i became tired and disappointed.

 

It's really hopeless. I didn't like this anymore. 

I'm totally flipped. I got to say no more. 

I wanted to, but really can't believe "Forevermore" 

Hopelessly waiting for a lasting amor..

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