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you're my song.

it's been so long.
i never had a chance to play this for you.
cos everytime the music starts,
i always cannot go with the tune.
and then you went away,
now the lyrics seem to stray.
so ~~how~~ can i not love you?
when i live just for you.
you took away the heart in me,
that once beat in harmony.
now, i am torn apart,
feeling unemotional somehow.
sometimes, i can't help but cry.
i miss the way we used to be.
and the sad part,
the song i made,
is just a music that will fade.

and the reasonis you.

steph
this is just an extended page that i'llput poems or random little things in if they don't seem to fit into what i classify as a journal entry:P

i found a reason for me. to change who i used to be. reason to start over new. and the reason is you. i found a reason to show. a side of me you didn't know. reason for all that i do. and the reason is you.

but everythingmeans nothing.

~.p.o.e.m.s.~

Thursday, February 01, 2007

A glimpse, a glance
a stare, perchance
darting, searching
watching, waiting

you know he's not for you

the fire burns
shrinks to an ember
cooled by indifference
you think it's over
a flicker of wind
effort undone
and you know
you know it's only just begun

he still doesn't know you

how long, how long will you wait

how far can you tread between love and hate

of me, of you

if only dreams came true

but all that's left are bitter smiles
and ashes

yet you burn
you burn for his smile
and when he sings
when he sings
sometimes the world stops
and the beauty of it makes you want to cry
and sometimes you do
because his song's not for you
and slowly the fire dies
and you're left with ashes
cold ashes and warm ember
because the cycle never ends
warm, waiting ember
until he smiles at you again

if i ain't got you|11:10 pm

i'm crazyfor you.

~.r.a.n.d.o.m. .t.h.o.u.g.h.t.s.~

ok.most of these aren't mine. just little things i found here and there that struck me.

apply the cross to your life as it is and not as you dream it to be--sermon

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. -- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul. -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)

I shut my eyes in order to see. -- Paul Gauguin

maybe all the things you do keep going wrong because you keep doing the wrong things --uncorked

"is this what you really want? for me to go?"
"it doesn't matter what i want, if you can't bring yourself to stay" --me