An Overdose of Love
Pain in the heartache
This is a story about a wounded heart
About disappointed taste.
Survive in a pomegranate
Between you and me is imprisoned by taste.
Want to be happy with you
But the pain kept on receiving.
My tiredness is starting to feel
When I do everything.
Going is hard but if it survives so much pain
Our story is bitter.
Until when I receive
I am the one who is always hurt.
I want to go but can't
Because I still love you from all over.
I try to open up all the veils of the story, which are beginning to erode between us. Separated by an unwanted destiny. Time and time again managed to corner yourself, so leave the one who had been awake.
I feel like I have lost now. The love that used to exist, has now long been lost brought by the wind. You're now going away, because you never thought I was always around you.
Romance has separated us. Memories are so beautiful that they often remind you. The tempest of the soul in your love has penetrated my heart, but it does not last long the prick of the thorn scratches the whole body.
I honestly can't live, without you it feels crazy. If you say you don't repeat the love of the past, surely our hands will continue to go hand in hand.
If time could be repeated, maybe the remaining time would not be wasted for you.
"My love is so strong for you, but why can't I hold your hand? Is fate so cruel to me, when you can't? Oh Karin, until when will this suffering end. Your face continues to haunt me, to the point that I can no longer see the world," the murmur of the heart saw the waves, which kept surging toward me standing sad.
"Maybe by seeing you with Adrian, you will feel the happiness that has been lost in you all along, but do you not think of me at all, who is beset by love for you. The memories were so sweet, yet I could only twist them in the shadows, when my hand could no longer touch you," the faint heart was already shedding tears.
Every day can only daydream, without thinking about the real life that must be lived. Perhaps by staying away and calming down, the memory will disappear by itself. The heartache is so painful, it exceeds the wounds that are splashed by salt water.
For a moment go on, decorating all the light between us. Maybe I can only see your face from afar from now on. That smile will hopefully stay awake, even without me behind you again.
Likes and sorrows, cries and laughter have now been scratched by heartache. A thousand dreams, a million deserted ones, are present like true friends, who will never be replaced. Among the tiredness of the soul only you are always there. In my fret and tears, I always remember.
I present to you the most beautiful memories for us, which continue to be lost when I have thrown.
Although I am in step, this heart will always be faithful to you. But love will continue to be etched beautifully in the soul only to you.
"I'm sorry, if an imperfect heart loves you. In my chest I wish you were all I could remember. Now all the love I'm going to lay with the wound, so that it can be away from the eye and not remember you anymore. I'm sorry, Karin. May you be happy with others, "the concocted heart that is now conscious and truly sincere.
Dert ... dert, the screen suddenly vibrated.
[Camp]
[Hallo, Mom. Sorry to bother you, because only your number can be reached. This is Naya, no one's picking me up? The children have all been picked up by their parents. Would Mas be able to pick him up now, because the school wants to be closed]
[Oh .. yes, Mom. I'll be right up to pick him up now]
[Yes, then we'll wait]
[Yes, Mom]
"Why when I want to avoid you, must be reunited with the presence of Naya as our liaison. Huff, hopefully we won't meet later," confounded many hopeful hearts.
The daydreams on the beach I had left, to immediately pick up Naya who seemed to need me the most to pick her up.
After a few hours in the streets, finally the teacher and Naya who were sitting in front of the school, now began to approach my car that had stopped right in front of them.
Bhug, I've closed the car.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Must ask for help by calling," said the teacher was not happy.
"It's okay, Mom. Forgive me also on behalf of the Naya family, because it has been troublesome for the teacher to accompany Naya who has not been picked up," I said.
"Yes, it's okay. Naya's good with Om, yeah!" said the teacher's mother has been stroking Naya's hair slowly.
"Yes, the teacher. Thank you." Thank you."
"Yes, Son. You're welcome."
"Then we say goodbye, Teacher!" I said before I left.
"Yes, careful. Bye .. bye."
Naya, who I carried in front, had waved her hand slowly at Master Teacher. Although I hate Naya's mother, but I will never hate children, who have been present bring happiness to me too.
"Mother, where? How come no one's picking you up?" I asked when we were in the car.
"No idea, Om. Usually if Mother is busy, surely grandma or dad will pick up. But strangely no one picked up today. Forgive Naya yes, Om!" cute babble.
"Yes, what's wrong, baby. Naya doesn't bother Om, really!" I answered smiling sweetly at him.
"Oh yeah, Om. Why Om Chris, now rarely come to Naya's house. What's up, Om?" ask innocence.
"Om Chris is busy, baby!" relaxed said.
"But first, if Om is busy working still take the time to come home let alone meet, Mother!" he said while playing his school bag strap.
"Om lately been busy working, baby. After all, there is now Naya's father, who can accompany the play every day," I replied lying.
"In fact, Om. But I'll miss Om Chris too, if you don't go home for a long time," he said.
"Yes, honey. At any time if there is free time, Om will play at home," I said pretending again happy.
"Yes, Om."
"Yes, baby."
Even though I was sick and a little sad, Naya still let me go home to the front of the house. Seen Grandma and Grandpa again sitting chatting laughing in front of the house, so it makes me wonder, why their grandchildren have not come home, but instead of worrying but instead relaxed.