Monday, December 14, 2009 ♥
@ 2:38 AM
After so long, I'm still at the crossroad.
Wondering what will it be like, friend, love, hate.
I don't know what to do or what to think.
Its one day that a girl appears at my doorsteps.
I had invited her in for a meal.
And everthing seems so normal.
Out of the blue, I got her number.
We started to be in contact.
Day after day, our chats became longer and longer.
Our days had each other by our sides.
I don't know what my heart wants, but, having her as a friend is great!
Eventually, I started to hang out with other friends.
It went quite smooth and soon, I became their friend.
But, it was really then that I've know;
Its not i earn something more than my lost, but,
Lost something irreplaceable.
Some things are just too unique to be lost.
We must cherish what we have when we can.
Sometimes losing is not a bad thing,
But its something bad now,
And i know it.
I don't want to lose someone important as you!
You too know how i feel for you.
Seriously, if you were to leave my doorsteps,
Never will there be another you.
I mean what I say.
Finding you is
Rather hard, but
In the
End, I finally found you. You
Never fail to cheer my
Days with your
Smiles and laughter.
From now
On, even if the
Road is rough, I will keep
Encouraging you on. I'm willing to let you
Vent all your anger at me, anytime and
Everytime, for I think maybe i owe you too much.
Rejoiced in your happiness.
A random poem, *cries.The day was lovely as I strolled along
peering at stones on the way,
And that's when I saw it; that pitiful cross
that looked splintered and faded away.
With flowers in hand to tend Father's grave,
I knew I must hurry along.
But I couldn't help but linger awhile
at that cross that just doesn't belong.
The date on the front confirmed my suspicions
of what already I knew.
A child lay beneath that horrible cross
and its faded color of blue.
What selfish parents they must have been
to bury their child all alone,
Without flowers or candles to light the night
and not even a simple headstone.
I looked even closer at that awful cross
that was nearly splintered away,
And there on the back, I read the words
that changed me forever that day.
"This cross isn't grand, but it was carved by my hands
so you'll know, son, how much I care.
It's the color of blue to remind me of you
and how painful it is I'm not there,
That it's you who is gone and it's me living on
while your young life has come to an end.
And I'm left alone, never again with a home
and a grave that's too painful to tend."
Tears stung my eyes as I looked all around
at the monuments that ragged cross put to shame.
And I shared with those parents their horrible loss
that brought them such terrible pain.
And all the tombstones, some even taller than me
suddenly seemed small in a way,
Next to that little handmade cross, carved with such love
and the flowers I planted that day.
