Small heart
and even if you pretend that you don’t care, it still hurts..
why does it pierce your skin and enter the depth of your heart and
slash it with a series of strokes so that you feel the pain over and over again..?
until you are numb and helpless..
but why do you get up again and hug yourself…… and start to believe? ……….again?
how come we forget pain so easily?
trip and fall to the depths of pain? yet again?
maybe we like it..just falling in and getting up…
reaching for the moon
but never even hitting a star..
This is one of my sad poems..it’s not even a real poem..it started out as a diary entry but i think it deserves a place as a poem…..that sad, lonely, ME..

aww
hmm…
look for Start Stop Repeat on my blog (:
love the new header
though the blog title annoys me
hehe
go to this url: http://mistressofspice.wordpress.com/wp-admin/users.php
and type in : st.fallen@rock.lk
and administrator
and click add user
once you do that I can help you do stuff like change your theme etc. (:
oohhh…
lemme first give you a big *HUG*
this somehow made me relate to it.. the pain…. and all that..
I guess as humans we go through a lot in our own ways and time.. what to do..
Do take care…