Friday, September 05, 2008

being loved

Who doesnt like the feeling of that?
I for one, love to be important.

I liked the feeling of being loved, i like to see girls in the full glory of their sweetness.
But back then I didn't comprehend it.
I'd boast, I'd add every single of those encounters as equipment to furnish a huge ego.
And then at the end of the year i learnt. But it was too late.
I remembered how i brought the hopes high high up, and dashed them with my own hands.

But as i rose from the ashes in sec4, i decided...
I told God, if I'm such a fool, then take all these away, far away.
I'd rather be hurt, I'd rather be ugly, unwanted.
I'd rather say wrong things all the time, then to say wrong things at particular times.

And when I'm that, and love finds me...
I asked God to bless that love for me, that I won't miss out on what I regard as the greatest thing on earth- to be in love, to get married, to start a family.
To let some lucky girl enjoy everything I am.

I enjoy the feeling of being loved, i really do.
But what i pronounced then, seems to be setting in already.
I ache and my heart becomes like stone.

Strange, i wonder.
Maybe its the reason why i haven't cried so long.

And now I chase after the wind, for the wind has changed direction
And is blowing away from me.

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