Saturday, February 27, 2010


I want to believe what you say,
That what you say is real and true
I wonder why it’s so hard to believe
And if I’m usually this doubtful in me
Am I unconsciously stung by the pain of the past?
Or do I have too sinister an imagination
Perhaps I’ve understood too well the wickedness of this world
The scandal, the plan, the bet and the trick
What’s worse is that deep within I’m falling for it
Whatever it is...I’m getting into it
I’m scared because I don’t think I can handle a sudden end
Will be more like love’s sudden death
I love my peace but as it appears,
I love the thrill this brings so much more
My inner being feels gently breached
And my thoughts crowd like sand at the beach.

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