Monday, December 14, 2009 . 16:00
words that filled the heart with regrets,
stains it's life with nevermore,
truth is selective for those who are present,
in the particular scene of the story.
Rumors kill the young man,
yet,
Rumors kill my dream.
Reconsider the truth you heard,
ask him and he shall reply,
with the answers you thought you knew.
Weight his words,
know his heart,
Maybe then you could see him then?
How malicious those stuff are which clings onto him.
Its pains him.
The gossips of unfactous events
which others link
and
which he had close..
stains it's life with nevermore,
truth is selective for those who are present,
in the particular scene of the story.
Rumors kill the young man,
yet,
Rumors kill my dream.
Reconsider the truth you heard,
ask him and he shall reply,
with the answers you thought you knew.
Weight his words,
know his heart,
Maybe then you could see him then?
How malicious those stuff are which clings onto him.
Its pains him.
The gossips of unfactous events
which others link
and
which he had close..