sweet damnation
it’s hitting me
the realisation of your mistreatment
it’s killin me
the bare truth of your abandoment
Once upon a time the evident of your love was so obvious
and the thick cloud of your guard was never dubious
Now all that’s left are anger and frustation
of all the steps you’ve taken that’s led us to this condemnation
it’s hitting me
the realisation of your mistreatment
it’s killin me
the bare truth of your abandoment
Can’t you see that we are not the same anymore?
Careless age of youth has passed, and we’ve walked through the door
of responsibility, the capability to ignore the insensitivity
and you can’t afford to waste a single drop of childish mentality
So wake up, step up and stand up
prove yourself strong, regain the respect you’ve lost
For we know that within life’s toughest journey
that’s where rewarding experiences are at most
JK
May 17th, 2005 at 10:38 am
Dear Jane,
The poem is beautiful. Let me add some for you.
Do Not Ever Look Back.
As what had happened will stay in the past.
Open your heart and eyes for the new beginning.
As you never know what is awaiting for you in the future.
Old wound last for a long time, but new love will surpress the pain.
Sounds a little crappy, don’t u think ?
May 20th, 2005 at 3:17 am
hahaha
thx mate, but the poem isn’t about my own experience. I kinda put myself in someone’s shoes when i made it.
hehehe ;p
p.s. i don’t look back. never do
May 21st, 2005 at 5:58 am
Oops … mAIuhIAUhIAUhiUAh … didn’t know that.
Glad to hear that. I know u wouldn’t.