Sunday, October 29, 2006 | Author: Ivan Juntian
An un invited guest,
cladded in a transparent cloak.
trying to hard,
but to no avail.

Some proclaimed they care,
ironically,
not even a word,
face to face,
was the situation,
that one was to live in.

How hurting it is?
To be a seat apart,
to be left out all alone,
to be living in a world of solitary.

It hurts,
it really hurts,
it hurts to the extend,
that my heart is bearing,
the excrutiating pain.

Along with this,
all the things clogged inside me,
i tried to cry out loud,
no one hears me.

How sour had this friendship,
turned into?
since the day confession was made.
I rather turn the clock around,
to have a sweet friendship again.

Friendship always ends in love,
but not with love,
ending in friendship,
i never believe in this,
until the day,
your actions proved it true.

Who's not tired,
when everything is in such a unstable state,
i once walked in whole heartedly,
but now,
i'm trying to walk out.

For those memories are still behind,
it hurts,
no lies that it really hurts,
when i'm trying to leave,
all these memories behind me.
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