It's all their fault, these dreams I dream.
That I am hopeful, that I am moving.
It's all their fault, for making it seem.
That I am at all the person worth loving.
Everyone has it easy, when I see them.
Holding each other close, hand in hand.
Oh! Look, look at each and every one of em.
Always smiling and laughing in that land.
I have yet to catch that wonderful ferry.
That will carry me over to their side.
I will never experience that warm and fuzzy.
Because I forever go against the tide.
Why?! Must I suffer this heart ache and pain,
When I watch those I had love, love someone?
When we said those three little word to gain,
Each other's trust and love brighter than the sun.
Oh, I knew you so well, those nights we stayed up.
Just to talk to each other because we dreaded goodbye.
Oh why?! I had a place for you! I followed you like a pup.
Loveing the sounds of your words and your happy sigh.
After the suffering we went through together,
And we both went our own seperate ways,
I found out that you have yet found another,
To help spend your good and bad days.
Before I found that we were always glued.
For so long I depended and relied on 'us',
After we were split and I had gone blue,
You found someone and it was a plus.
So now I am here, shattered again today.
Wondering how I will find a way out of here,
To say those words you had gotten to say.
To kiss and hold and love is not as it will appear.
For me, I am drowning in this one way tide,
Because I know that I may never reach closer,
And be able to touch that love infested side,
I will be ever lost in this sea of doubt forever . . .
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Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity . . .
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity . . .