He's got the eyes that look right into the soul
She's got soul that cries right through her eyes
but they don't love each other
He's got the attack of an arrow
She's got the patience of a bow
but they don't love each other
If he roars like a thunder
She flashes like a lightening
but they don't love each other
If he forms the rhyme
She completes the melody
but they don't love each other
If he carries a broken heart
She got the pieces to mend it
but they don't love each other
They complete each other
They are perfect
They were happy
but they let it go
and they lost it
and they don't love each other...
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saved some sun
for my love
for she, who is lost into ghosts of her past
I'd bring some light
by saving a little of some stars
for they will sparkle her darkest night
she has lost her faith
became hollow from inside
lying breathless
speechless
I'd save up on some air
for her to breathe again
for her to breathe again
for the blood to run through her veins
I'd save some of the warmth
from the sun
to melt her frozen soul
for her dreams,to make them alive
I'd save some of the rain
for the flowers to grow
to endow
some life in her
I saved some sun...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
PAGES
Someone said life is a book
We can keep it locked or open it to everyone
As I look onto the book of my life
I find pages of different types
Pages tell a story
some pages date back to my childhood
Glittered by the colorful pens
written with joy and innocence
I see my troubled youth
Blacked with curiosity,confusion, miseries...
They also had some scented pages
of my loves,experiences and chances
I found some torn pages
May be i tore them away
to get rid of some life
But it has a way of keep coming back
The words fade
The ink is drying
I wonder if i have more pages to write
unwritten pages give me hope
May be i'd write 'em differently
or may be i'd let someone else to write 'em for me
as i close my book
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