cinta poetry!

She's different, an outcast
of society, she won't last.
But no matter what, she isn't alone
for at halaman awal she has a friend of her own.
He's a special one, no doubt about it
who loves her, her every bit.
To the point of, following her
like a shadow, bound forever.

Together, they live in the lost
away from reality, a world she has tossed.
Playing, sleeping, a wondering shadow
Innocence, deceit, away from the know.
She's trapped in silence, oleh her friend
waiting for a savior, before the end.
With no strength, she has chosen to retreat
Dwelling, lingering, in her choice of defeat.

Don’t run.

Don’t give up when it gets hard.
Don’t lower your chin.
Don’t think you’re not strong enough.

I believe anda won’t run.

I believe anda won’t give up when it gets hard.
I believe anda won’t lower your chin.
I believe you’re strong enough.

I know anda won’t run

I know anda won’t give up when it gets hard.
I know anda won’t lower your chin.
I know you’re strong enough.


(As I read this over it kind of seems like a mother talking to her son/daughter as they grow from 'don't do this' to 'I belive in you' to 'I know anda can do this'.)

I live in a world
So far from home
Forever silenced
And sentenced to roam
The shackles are locked
And the kerah is tight
But nobody hears me
I'm too weak to fight
The stars that once twinkled
Are now dark in the night
And the moon that once shone
No longer gives light
On each sparse tree
No leaf is stirred
And the owls that once played
Can no longer be heard
Far in the distance I can see
A glimpse of weak light
That teases me
I watch it grow then fade away
Like a slippery fish
That just can't stay
And as I try to struggle free
The chains resist
And strangle me
As I fall back I clearly see
That a single bird
Flies over me
It stops to perch
Upon a stone
And opens its beak
In a sorrowful moan
A sweet sparrow
With no where to go
It lost its path
And became a crow.

Here I Stand Besides you
Don't anda Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
anda filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
anda MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????

Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..

Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things anda Make

anda hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...

anda Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with anda Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In cinta With anda

This is how it was meant
to be, I assume.


anda and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.


Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.


I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.


anda and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.


That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though anda let me not.
anda won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
anda won't let me
feel the sadness.


I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want anda to be
touched oleh the breeze
I'm sending,
so anda could feel me,
so anda could feel me.


anda and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
oleh the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.