Sunday, June 26, 2005
sorry.
i didnt want you to know whats stirring in me
i could tell you but.
angry words i thought would come out of me if i start telling you
let me have time to recompose myself.
sort out my feelings.
before i come back to hold that hand of yours.
your gentle look, the twirling of my hair
the soft constant touch.
tells it all..
how i wished i didnt have to understand.
didnt have to care how you felt.
it feels so unfair but yet.
i have to try to understand.
and hide beneath it all that it doesnt matter.
smile and then walk away.
|chunnie.poh| 1:40 PM|