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,
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