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Sunday, July 30, 2006

=Vulnerable =

**post-feelings of tiff with friend**


Where do i run?
Where do i hide?
Bring me to some one whom i can confide.
I look at you with subtle anger in your eyes.
Can i trust my feelings?
Trust my eyes?

All alone in that dark quiet world,
I stalk myself, wanting, eager, deperate
To find out about Her.
Do i really know Her?
Should i?
When alas we meet at the light of reflection, i struggle to accept facts.
You sure you know so much about me?
You must be God; tell me more.
But i know that hate in me growing like an oak tree.
Just for being me.
How am i to survive society?
Ignorance is bliss.
Should i be thus? I'd hate that. NO.
Someone guide me, hold my hand.
But if sincererity blinds you to hell, forget it.
I'll walk alone.in the cold, dark, quiet world i so often live in.
Though i still need someone,i take a new step...


21st of September 2005, Wednesday. 4:55pm, Singapore Time.
Copyrighted lyrics: E.C.E.K / Davinia He Wei Ni. Any unauthorised copies of this is prohibited.

~ { 10:47 pm }
1John4:7-10