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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Let's take a break from poems, and get to proper manner. Well, initially, they weren't supppose to be poems. I became so emotional that those stanzas just pop up onto my mind. That's demostrates the Power of Love. Maybe its also because i studies and love literature.
Those poems, they're my power-ups. My booster, my energy.

There happens to have some irony between us. We are hostile towards each other. I wouldn't smile to her whenever we met eye to eye. But i did in my heart, secretly and painfully. As i'll see her, frowning her beautiful eyes, soring her soft cheeks muscles, at me, causing my heart in pound in distress.

Was there any debts we had within us that hadn't been settled and brought foward to the present? How i wish to know the truth, and confess the truth to her. The truth of my feelings, our backgrounds, my wish. Everything.

One of the truth is i'm suffering from "social anxiety disorder". I couldn't face people with confidence, with the enthusiasm. All i can is to stay silence and watch they day go by. With such a disadvantage, how is it possible to confess my feelings for her openly? Moreover, that may seems to be a misunderstanding between us. Which may explains her hostility towards me.

Now i may had found one of my goals in life. What a relief, to recieve such gift at this age. I really appreciate it. Even if she's not the one, it doesn't matter. Its a joy to give Love, and pleasant to receive it.


Hung Up @ 9:57 pm

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