14 lines, #2

hours had passed, i've waited for fame

the love gazed in me with no expression

heart was hurt and till now it's the same

cruel if i'd look and rude if i'd talk

the seasons change as time moves

i wanted love and devotion

and expecting you to be there

when i had no feelings to show emotion

your eyes looked at me very sweet

you touched my lips and i trembled

that is where our hearts meet

and when it started trouble

and when i looked straight to your eye

i see nothing but your fresh lies.

14 lines, #1

of all things in life i could see

our life that holds the answer appeared

love was buried deep down in me

in every mystery that i have found

if there is one star that i could be

i'd be shining through the night sky

and i'd grant your wish to be free

for our hearts are ready to spare their parts

see it, feel it, or ignore it

you will have no choice but explain

no excuse to run away from this

because my heart is ready to die in vain

and if there is someone i am left to see

i'd open my eyes and let it be.

Honesty lies in everything you do

when i said i love you

i meant it and i expect you to believe it

i've been waiting for you to say it too

but i don't know whether you would

i'm missing you a lot

even though you are here

and when i talk to you

have you been listening?

i can't read what is in your mind

but i can feel what's in your heart

but how should i know whether your heart is honest?

because your mind show no honesty.

maybe it's wrong

maybe it's not

or just maybe your fault

if you want me to be honest

go ahead, you first.

pssh.

Dear blog,

As the days passed, I actually believed we will grew stronger together. But then, I feel like it's becoming weaker and weaker each day. He plays more than talk to me and he still talk stuffs to his ex. Should I get jealous? I'm losing the trust I gathered up for him, but then he is tearing me down. He is actually showing nothing that he really likes me. Have I gone mad? Or am I just being paranoid? I've been thinking lately. Thinking whether I made the right choice. I had no idea, where to get an advice. Friends? They don't even exist in this situation.

What to do? I got no one to talk to about this. If there is anyone who could help, Oh God, please come and help me, I could really use a word with you? Do I still believe in loving him? I feel so sad, alone, confused. I am thinking twice, no doubt. I wanted to talk to him about this, but the thing is, I feel like, I have been complaining a lot since we got together. He might get angry and it might cause a break up which is much worse. Should I let it be like this because that is just him? or should I try to overcome it and make a move about it? I am scared and I don't know what to do!

*sigh* I wonder whether he is telling the truth whenever I ask him questions. I don't know now! I'm being paranoid!

number 2

i cry to drop myself

but tears is nothing compared to problems

my heart bleed by itself

got no one to blame, not even 'them'

pain was buried deep down in me

no solution nor clue that i could see

tearing me down broken to parts

doesn't feel anything not through the heart

the life i extended

for love to be deceived

and yet it's not enough

to enjoy that i have received

treated differently, seen unexpectedly

to love is to hurt and it's compulsory

expect nothing but sorrow

there's nothing you could do but to follow

do i need love to live?

or a heart to breathe?

maybe people do as i thought

but those things, i don't.

number 1

take my hand don't let go

for my heart to be only yours

before i kissed the rain

you took away the pain

you embraced my heart

like no one else can

you saw me when i was invisible

and make things possible

though every time i see you

i feel free to love you

day by day i ask myself for no clue

to get over the sorrow that i go through

till the day that i had to let you go

i need to still be true to myself

and when i needed to i would do

i hide in pain and been trying to explain

giving up cause` my heart is ready to die in vain.