Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
to thee who never fall in my arms...
the withering oaks of trees has its endings
and guess what, so is the heart..
it stands with crutches and bandages all over
like a haemophillic, it bleeds like the river gushing out of a failed dam
dive into the blood, and you will see the leakage,
pain
anguish
past,future
and nothing more than the battered heart
like the night and day
sun and moon
rain and shine
bright and dark
deep and shallow
they dont meet, efforts can help
but not solve
try as thee may, the glimmer of hope fades slowly
because it all pulls us apart
the past haunts the present
but the present holds the future
because if that light shines or not...
let it be.... i'll live through it
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