of how the girl waited for her lover
for years with full of faith and hope
that he will return
contrast
i waited for a mere few hours
that might stretch to a day or two
and already complaining
how the love characters in
those hopeless romantic stories
can stand the situation
i really wonder
sharing a little of the similarities,
the girl wrote poetries on paper
to pass her wave of emotions
while i write it on blogs
which serves about the same purpose
funny how comforting is it to
pour our feelings somewhere else
rather than to where we want it to be
is it because i'm afraid of confrontations?
aye,
as i always do since i was a small child
opinions and thoughts
straight from somebody with the upperhand;
is it not how i always shudder
to what i am about to hear
the fear of what i am about to comprehend
too great for the liking of me
i am but a strong soul
sometimes i believe i can be independant
but many times as well,
i wish you could be there for me
all the time
but to this wanting an asking too great
i deserved no soul
who am i to ask
everything you have to offer
i am just another girl
that may be too weak
for her own good
forgive me my beloved
but the need to be with you
outcries my heart itself
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