"Answer me this:
When I see the sea once more,
Will the sea have seen or not seen me?"
- Viggo Mortensen as the Master Chief, G.I. Jane
Pity she doesn't know
Songs were written for her,
Pages were filled with words that worshipped her.
Does she know tears were shed for her?
Nights and twilights spent staring at the ceiling
In remembrance of events that would've taken place
Had she known.
Pity she doesn't know
The mind she has plagued, the place where she's lived, not knowing,
and the people she lived with in that colorful vastness.
I wonder if she knows how many times
Her name has been written,
Or if she knows what heart holds her.
She doesn't know the stories told about her,
Who has heard of her.
She's never seen nor felt the pedestal she's been put up on,
Never looked into the eyes of the mind that sees her.
She's never closed her eyes against the dizzying whirlwind
The romance that attempted to break her free-fall.
Pity he never told her.
Pity she never knew.
- November 2005
Thursday, December 1, 2005
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5 comments:
aaaww, nice. pity a osto.:)
aden a miya-receive aken message sa text kagiya a mao datar ai sa thought/idea. hehehe:)
Imanto akn bu miya-realize a it's always nice to make someone's day, so we should never hesitate to compliment people. It's a pity when we lose the perfect moment to tell someone something, anything.
osto anan. ino mambo si "coz" na tanto den a mananamar. hehehehe:)
Yes, isn't it sad? I wish I could be there with you!! Miss ya, Bitch.
DRUG: Ino ba taro-on tadn ki Addy so osto a masosowa. Hahaha.
Wow, you're right. It would be a hassle to update two at the same time. This one is better! Love the layout. ^_^
Merry Christmas!!
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