debilitated.

i'm beginning to wonder,
if you were a distraction,
or an encouragement.
i don't seem to find the motivation to strive anymore.

i know you shouldn't be my source,
God should.
but why can't it be,
God who placed you in my life?

i don't know,
but one thing i do know is for us to tide through dis.
as soon as possible.
coz i'm really struggling.

although i'm not devasted,
but i'm not happy.
although i'm not sure,
but i'm satisfied enough.

if dis is the only way you can get to know my life,
i'll blog and blog and blog..
blog ten entries if i need to.
or even twenty.

if dis is the only way i can get to know your life,
i'll refresh on your page.
refresh ten times if i need to.
or even twenty.

if i take a step whenever i think of you,
i'd haf reached home from city hall by now.
if i were to write whatever i wanna text you,
i'd haf compiled a book of a hundred pages.

cliche as it might seem,
i can't find anymore words or ways to describe.
fairytale as it might be,
you've always been my angel all these while.