My Note Book

I dedicate this story to someone. I wanna forget about her, but it always fails. And now, I know that forget about her isn't necessary. Because I just need to hide this feeling. And slowly forget about her if I can. Well, I hope you read this. Let's check it out !

The slight sound of the rain can be heard 
when I listen carefully
I'm sitting here trying to find the words 
that would describe my heart

I think, write, and pause
I erase and everything's back to the way it is
What I got down after 12 hours was just litter

I want to tell you but it doesn't work out well
The feelings that pent-up from thinking, 
swells up without being expressed

The shards of words inside me now
pointing sharply, stabbing the back of my throat
It doesn't haven't to be beautiful
It's alright if it's little by little
I'll draw my pain on my note book

Nothing lasted for long when I was child
Even if I was asked "Is this the thing" 
I was troubled with what to answer
If you are to say that there was something that was awarded to someone like me
Then I'd like to believe in myself when I was lost and standing

The place I'm at right now is a little uncomfortable but
with an expression full of love 
I'm filled with warmth
And then I hear your voice

Even the marks of strife that were
thrown down at my feet,
even when I'm struggling, it's all me so
I just earnestly shout out the feelings inside
You're there at the end of the voice

My sound can be heard when you listen carefully
The sky stops crying and the clouds start to part

The shards of words, I sew together now
One by one they overlap to become a song
It doesn't have to be beautiful
It's alright if it's little by little
The light shines through

I'll sing until my voice withers and
wish that the sadness that falls on you, 
clears away
I want the way I am, to reach you
What I was looking for was right in front of me