Monday, August 21, 2006
Face up to reality. I have been thinking for some time.
And from now on, there can only be two paths for me down the road.
Path A's painful but easy, Path B painful and hard.
Writing down my thoughts in poems i am going to make a decision.
But which?
Face up to reality.
Crush (The beginning)
To be or not to be
that is the question
To speak or not to speak
that is the question
My heart is all a flutter
to catch a sight of you
but while my heart's a beating a beating
my tongue gets cut in two
All the words i yearned to speak
to you has been cut short
no matter how I try my hardest
I just can't confess up
To be or not to be
that is the question
To speak or not to speak
that is the question
When we are together
i feel uptight
When you are around
i feel so right
So until then
I will retain this rush
And until then
I'll contain my crush
To be or not to be
that is the question
To speak or not to speak
that is the question
The Moon and I ( Path A)
Let me go, let me go
Why do you torment me so
Is it the sparkle in your eyes
Or the feeling deep inside
I admit, I admit
I have been such a fool
I should have never fallen for you
For I hoped you would do the same for me too
But I know, now I know
Things between us would not hold
Just like oil and water, chalk and cheese
It was never meant to be
You were high, i was low
The distance between us too far
Like the wolf, howling for the moon
i could only see u in the waters
never to hold you in my arms
Howl to the Moon (Path B)
Dusk's coming
I look out the window
I only see your face
Reflected in my body
Darkness falls
I think about you
I only worry for you
Reflected in my soul
The moon rises
I howl to the moon
The moon seems to smile
Reflected in my heart
Dawn's coming
I woke up from my slumber
A dream about you
Reflected in my mind
Reflected in my heart
Reflected in my soul
Reflected in my mind
Reflected in my body
Reflected in my smile
Reflected in my thoughts
Reflected in my words
Reflected in my hope
Hope that's embedded
In every part of me
Shall shine in all times
Even if the darkest storms
Comes and envelopes me
My inner hope
My inner strength
Will take over
And start all over again
To howl to the moon
Face up to reality.
Geng An.
popiah
8:45 PM
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