it's more than words, it's poetry.
sometimes I wish,
if only I could be a little more
outstanding. A little more
important. A bit, just a bit
better. Then, I might be a bit
satisfied.
Jut a little..
And perhaps my life
would be completely different.
just my teeny mind,
giving a small piece,
of advice. That perhaps,
something minute,
could just affect your life
in something much much
larger scale.
Empty fields, deserted concrete
all that is left in this barren place.
There's nothing
I hold dear, nothing.
...
Before the night slowly disappear,
there's some stuff I wish to say,
First my feelings for you
...
What is love? A mere obsession,
yet more powerful than anything?
Or a life-long decision
merging two lives, a wedding.
...
What is life?
Is there something more to it
than merely going through it.
Sitting and waiting and passing
...