hatheart from his modern-heart.

my bag im carrying containing someone heart,
in the someone heart,
containing such a beautiful sweet memory,
and feelings.

If there lots of sweet memory with her,
the bag that i carrying become light,
if there lots of bad memory such a fight,
my bag will be heavy full of revenge.

my shoulder need a light bag,
my bag need a sweet heart,
and sweet heart inside needed to full of happy and joyfull,
and with that i can carrying my bag with happiness ;)

love u stinky.

the ge-recednis of flip flops and french fries.

flip flops,
they use when needed,
cove your foot,
from all dirts,
and leave it when it done.

french fries,
they eat it when starving,
make your stomach happy,
and your face will spot whith smile,
and it will stay in your stomach,
till you berak.

same as your love,
is it like flip flops?
is it like french fries?

just one thing i'll say,
your loves cant seem thru your eyes,
but in heart?
who knows?

credit to zuley ;P

gas bag or ballon?

she, she and she,
only one of them,
that make me feel warm in her hug.

but she already,
have a good warm hug,
have a pretty pure warm-liking.

so what surpose i am?
little boy with the stollen sweetheart?
or bigger boy with stoled sweetheart?

help me now, help me bby,
take me away,
far from this ideology.

yeah, yeah i know,
im just a kid in dying,
sojourn on your bombshell looks ;)

but there is one thing,
you are not my friend,
you are my frendscipe.

my lullaby, i taught u was right.

dreaming while lying,
and spoke via vim,

our future?
yeah,haikal and fiona.

stare at your text,
over and over,

my feelings?
feel such in rodor.

but there is one thing i dont know,
that block our happiness,

your lads?
i hate him.

bombshell sweetheart or burning hair.

now i can't demand,
now there two foldweg,

stay with my darling,
with tired jury-rigged with happiness,

stay far from my darling,
with bald and book far with her,

what can i do?

pardon me bibeh,
but this what i taught,

she force me,
to love her in jelousy,

make me mardy,
and sometimes,

i feel so hard to close with her heart.

im a weak lads,
please punch me harder,

put me some sarnes,
and drive me drown,

let me suicide,
leave in moldern,

im sorry N, please kill me :')

sceatt and my frendscipe.

i am a mildheortnes-beorn,
that what can i call for myself,
turn a friend to a feond,
turn my heart just for her.

pretty bad youngster,
for a beautous lassie.

her beautiful,
illuminated toward to thou heart,
but loyal and leasung,
can't be see thru your eyes.

credit to dila ;)

lullaby for lumbago.

yeah, she so hot.

so damn hot.

tapi sikit-sikit gaduh,

hal kecik pn na majuk.

p/s:ssah la mcm neh.