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Friday, February 19, 2010

I KNOW IT'S THERE, BUT...

Watching the leaves high up the sky,
those memories suddenly came by.
I tried to avoid but I don't know why:
somehow, someway, I couldn't deny
that my mind on you there, still lie.

Blossoms in the spring enchanted the air,
there I saw you, man, getting nowhere.
I tried to get you, I tried to reach you.
But fortunate of mine won't ever be there.
Then, nothing more to hope for, needn't have to swear.

Though spring will turn to winter,
and flowers appear in the midst of snow,
I know the failure will be forever.
But still I want you to know:
that your historical appearance in me
a blink of golden memory it shall be.

May all the happiness be yours...

SA94
TS

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

You told me she's gone
Thrown away by time
Smashed up by your love to me

But you are not good at lying
Your eyes long to see her
Your mind still keeps her safe and secured

Tell me that I'm wrong
Prove me that you are right
When you hear a love song
You remind yourself of your love to her
and not to me
You see yourself and her as lovebirds
and not me

You miss her so much
they way you were missing me last time.
How could you?!

I know I'm a lot less perfect than her.
I realise that I can't win you over.
I only have my unconditional love for you
Now that I see you seek more than that.

I wish I could retreat but I couldn't
I wish I'm not me today, but it's too late.
I wish I'm out there living out of misery and pain.
But I wish I'm happy with you
happy with me.

Could it be too much to ask?

19032006

ESTRANGED

I miss my late teen's life:
colours of bright laughter,
bitter of unexpected tears,
the thought of exploring world.
just why hadn't I missed you?

I look back to those days:
of swinging bikes and living nights,
foodloads fested on broken hearts.
Nothing flicks to missing you.

Amidst those faces I'd seen,
yours simply couldn't be a common scene.
Some guitar strings blend in!

Remembering you very occasionally:
I wonder where have I stored all those memories.

To miss you now is something I'm not used to.

Faiqatul Aqwa
26032001, 1345.