"Some say love, it is a river
that drowns, the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need..."







Since several days have past,

I can see you have came to my house frequently,

I can even say you come to my house almost everyday.

It means...

You do care about me, don't you?

Why don't you admit that you still love me?

Or is it just the thoughts tells you to do so, make you always want to see me for a little while.

And that satisfied you?

Why don't you show up? I wonder...

Why don't you tell me that you still care about me.

Why is it everything locked in your mind,

you always want to hide it from me...

Why, why, why...please tell me how you feel

I beg you... I really want to know!







"I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken
who can not seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live ..."