Wednesday, April 8, 2009


If my deep pain , is your big grin ,
then hurt me again and again.

If my rolling tear, is all that you want to see and hear,
my dear, i better dissapear.

You are the one that my heart is belong to,
but the mistakes i have made , i cannot undo.

If i were allowed to redo,
i will change the fire of criticism into the flower of praises.

I will shape the circle of perfection from the circle of humiliation.

Go on , Go on .

No comments:

Post a Comment