Apr 22, 2008

It's all about Fugu.

Poems poems! Busy with loooooads of crap lately. Yea, being a squash coach and the 'President' of my club college is not easy. Plus, all the freaking assignments coming like there's no tomorrow. Posting this poem . . . during my programming class. Shh..


Now that you’re sleeping and I’m wide awake,
I can’t sleep for you’re stuck in my mind,
How is it possible to hide my ache?
There’s no turning back no pushing rewind.

Would you believe me if I say,
I feel your pain and yes it hurts a lot,
Will my care for you rot and will it decay?
I don’t think so for you got my heart caught.

If I could,
I really wished that I can take them away,
Doing what I would,
Just to ensure the pain does not stay.

Is there a way for me to find out?
Is there a way for me to feel it?
I’m confused and I’m filled with doubt,
I’m losing count of my own heart beats.

Why am I worried when I know it’s not serious?
Am I thinking too much and what should I do?
What should I know when I’m all curious?
Craving for something in which I have no clue.

Will you feel the pain if I say I’m you?
Trying to see it from a different point of view,
Raining tears and countless sigh,
Is it pure love that I really cry?

I don’t really care what the others say,
I just want you to know that you are the one,
I don’t really know if there’s a price to pay,
If I ask again, will you be my special someone?

I have this funny feeling in me,
Taking care and giving you what you need,
Am I too blind to really see?
What it is that made me bleed?
I think its love,
So true,
I mean it,
And I really do.

It’s you I missed,
You’re love, you’re bliss.