Sunday, December 25, 2005
FailureYour ordinary beauty,
makes me weak.
Not once did i have the courage,
courage to talk to you.
I have prepared as planned,
but i just feel weak inside.
A carefully wrapped gift,
have to be passed sometime later.
I can feel the aura around me.
The aura of stregth,
yet the aura of weakness.
The aura of joy,
yet the aura of sorrow.
The aura of generousity,
yet the aura of jealousy.
The aura of love,
yet the aura of hatred.
The aura of sorrow,
hidden behind those joyous one.
I must admit,
i'm a failure.
A failure to be brave to fight,
a worthwhile fight to be fought.
Its not a touching story that i can write,
as in show movie "helen of troy".
Do we have to go on like this,
or do we have a more comfortable way.
To my gods i believe in,
i leave my fate in your holy hands.