When it Pains

What should i do?
When the embrace that i yearn so much becomes poison,
Through my skin it felt like fire,
Burning so much that it hurt and leaves a very dark mark,
Unattractive as it is,
Somehow it becomes like acid that melts everything that i touch,
What should i do when it occurs?
When the heat of one's embrace becomes poison towards me.

What should i do?
When the words of persuade becomes bitter in my throat,
Like the medicine that i took during my pale moments,
Though somehow it can be wash away with water,
But this words does not seem to be washed away by just mere water,
How could i possibly get rid of the bitterness,
When it have come to the truth that i must accept,
But what should i do?
When the bitterness of the words does not goes away and becomes my pain.


What should i do?
When the song that i like becomes a broken radio,
The lyrics that are always clear to my ear becomes silence,
The melody itself turns to an unfinished tune,
Thus it becomes the tears to my eyes when i could have laugh,
Now i even have to beg my dearest MP3 to play it well,
But it seems my feelings is not counted,
For i keep on hearing just a mute song with unfinished melody,
What should i do?
When the song that i use to sing becomes my own tears to my heart.

Place for my heart

There's a place that i need to go,
A place that i would like to call home,
With the dark sky and stars as my roof,
The hard rock as my pillow,
Along with the wet earth as my mattress.

There's a place that i want to stay,
A place where i would run away,
With clean river flowing thoroughly,
The wild flowers sways back and forth,
The oldest tree that protect me from heat,
Along with the sound of bugs as my MP3.

There's a place that i've been missing,
Where i would find my Daisy,
The love of my life that i trusted,
My everything that i ever dream of,
The one who will protect and embrace me from my fear,
Along with the one who will see me as one of his.

Silent Pain

Somehow i wonder if they ever notice it,
Notice how mother is hurting,
Disappointed and tearing heart that i see on her face,
I wonder is they realize it,
How they treat while thinking it was for the sake of her,
But nonetheless they have forgotten about it long time ago,
I had to wonder why it is happening,
Was it because the love or the rebellious mind that made them forgot,
They forgot that mother did exist next to them.

I wonder did they see,
They sadness in the parent's eyes but still putting hope,
As the sons and daughters assume they are happy,
But when the time pass by,
I wonder if they ever notice,
Those wrinkles at their eyes are actually tears that they shed,
Pain that they kept,
A sigh of disappointment with a glint of hope keeps on wavering,
As they live in their very own life while supporting each other,
Talking how their children have forgotten them,
When money overruled the children mind.

I still wonder for today,
Did any of the child take their parent's hand,
Take and hold them to assure their hopes,
Even among 5 of the daughters, sons and there's only one that can rely upon to,
I wonder if someone is out there to hear their pain and relieves them,
Cause parent are not the people who you can hurt,
Not who you can forget,
And most important of all,
Not someone who you can replace,
I wonder if they did ever think,
How they are hurting inside but trying to be happy,
Just for the sake of their children,
They still have to sacrifice their hopes even when the children are old.