I wish...
How many times it has been said.
I wish...
A man, fall into being a lovelorn:
"I wish it was me who holds you tight."
"I wish it was me you're smiling at."
"I wish it was me you're saying 'sweet dreams' to."
"I wish that man was me..."
A woman forced to leave her loved one:
"I wish it was you who is waiting for me down the isle."
"I wish it was you who is holding my hand at the altar."
"I wish it was you who is putting the ring on my finger."
"I wish this man was you..."
A desperate lover in regret:
"I wish I could take back what I said."
"I wish I didn't do what I did."
"I wish I could hold back."
"I wish I could turn back time..."
In life, "I wish..." will always be said.
When sadness seeps through the happy times.
When hard times get too difficult to bear.
When looking back and regret what's been done.
My wish?
I wish I never have to say I wish anymore...
Not the way I did...
Not as much as I've done...
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
One Woman
To other people, love is like a window
For them, love opens up opportunities.
For them, love is a way to see the world.
For them, love is the warmth of the sun and the comforting cool breeze.
In one narrow corner of the world, one woman feels differently.
To her, love is like facing a one-sided mirror
In one side,
No matter how hard she tries to look at it, all she can see is herself...and herself alone
She tries walking to the other side
Through it, she can see and she can feel.
But no matter how hard she try, no one can see her, no one knows her existence.
Is the world being unfair?
To her...maybe...
Out of millions, she feels she's alone..she's different
She feels that she's cursed
She tries to open up
no one comes closer.
She tries to sealed herself up
no one cares.
Each and every day she builds wall after wall to protect herself...
to protect the tiny piece she treasures the most...
tiny piece of what's left of her heart.
When or how her heart can become whole again
She never dares to build up hope
For the world never fail to shower her with disappointments
She's tired of hurting...
She's tired of hurting....
For them, love opens up opportunities.
For them, love is a way to see the world.
For them, love is the warmth of the sun and the comforting cool breeze.
In one narrow corner of the world, one woman feels differently.
To her, love is like facing a one-sided mirror
In one side,
No matter how hard she tries to look at it, all she can see is herself...and herself alone
She tries walking to the other side
Through it, she can see and she can feel.
But no matter how hard she try, no one can see her, no one knows her existence.
Is the world being unfair?
To her...maybe...
Out of millions, she feels she's alone..she's different
She feels that she's cursed
She tries to open up
no one comes closer.
She tries to sealed herself up
no one cares.
Each and every day she builds wall after wall to protect herself...
to protect the tiny piece she treasures the most...
tiny piece of what's left of her heart.
When or how her heart can become whole again
She never dares to build up hope
For the world never fail to shower her with disappointments
She's tired of hurting...
She's tired of hurting....
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