O Dear D

Where was i when the memories are so fresh,

Their conversation and topics,

Somehow got me wondering,

As i gaze out in the dark night,

Wishing and hoping that i might get answer,

For i never knew about it all,

But they talked about it like i was there.

For what seems like years to me,

It was like yesterday to them,

The places that they go,

Also the absent of my presence,

How tiny can i be in their world,

Seldom i doubt that i even exist through their eye,

For then never did notice what is missing when i told them so.

A little part of my life i hold the most,

When no one have anyone to talked to,

As they vent their frustration toward me,

A listener that i am,

Bringing 1001 stories and secret,

While i seek for my own place of comfort,

Sadly when it turns out,

Only the solitary night has worth waiting for me.

This own stupidity i would blame,

The one sided love that i have for them,

Seems rather a shaky bridge,

O heart, o heart,

How is it you still can make it so strong,

When the flood in your own,

The broken wood and rotten rope that hold it,

As you smile ever so forgivingly,

When the next day do come.

O dear D, dear D,

Yet you know the truth and the story,

This much sacrifice that you already did,

Your happiness that i ask,

And wish for the heart that is so fragile,

When i should tell you to cry,

But i am forever yearn off the happiness that you picture,

Cause it was so pure although what you had is tainted.

Scent and Perfume

His very own,
Very own smell,
The scent of wildness,
Woods, grass, wild flower,
Just the scent of nature in him,
And it is mine to know,
Mine to notice,
And mine to hold,
For only him I open my heart too.

Her very own,
The same one when i first met her,
No actress she is,
But her perfume,
Drawn me more into her,
Though there are others that bought the same,
Nothing can compare what that smell of hers taste,
Just like her very own personality,
Unpredictable but sweet,
Wild but a heart of gold,
Just the scent of wildness in her,
And it is mine to know,
Mine to notice,
And mine to hold,
For she would only tell,
Her very own secrets to my ear.

Her Pleading Heart

Since it have come to this,
Then i shall make my entrance,
For i live a perfect tale to tell,
A story that lots would repeat,
Though not so idiotically,
But very much near to the place that i have been.

Never did anyone dare to ask,
Not that i feel burden by it,
But what shall i answer?,
For the truth they add another lie,
When it has become my biography,
They dare to make it a fairy tale,
No princess that i am though i wish,
But here i am,
Still glad that i am just an ordinary lady.

My prayers is not what i gave up,
I keep asking,
Whining,
Complaining,
For none would be by my side,
Beside question my intention,
They have made up their own answer,
When i was astounded by the remark,
Cause there are times,
The feeling pain and lonely seems getting stronger from them.

Oh my true one,
My love and the one that i have wait for,
I am not Juliet nor you Romeo,
But i see as my warrior,
My saviour,
When you hold out your hand to me,
The me that you do not know,
The past that i have kept,
So truthful i fall for you,
But no,
I have to let you down.

No bell that rings my heart,
No festival that i shall celebrate,
Though there are times that i was tortured,
Revealing my truth will never be sweet,
When shall i ever forgive myself,
For i keep asking for more punishment,
Then cry a dry tear,
While i see you from far,
Somehow that one word from you that i hope,
And will always be hoping,
That one day i can grasp my happiness.