Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Why would I stop and just give up?
To own you is not my goal.

Why would I hate a rose just because of the thorns it has?
While without them, it'll be too weak and defenseless.

I'll take the pain from the thorns as a lesson.
But why would I leave a rose, just because of my own carelessness?

Pain will vanish, but the thorns won't.
And would that be enough to give up?

How could you love a rose, if you only dare to touch it after the thorns are removed?
That's why, in time I'll learn how to make you shine.

a poem that should have been made before 'Rose'

Sunday, February 15, 2009


As I know how to love a rose.
I won't know why would a rose hate me.

I am always lonely,
though I might be strong.

Why should I say so?
I might lost myself.

Why should I tell you?
And what responsibility you gave?

I'd endure my pain a little longer.
Be responsible for yourself.

Monday, February 2, 2009

No More

Maybe it's true, I hate love.
I just need some peaceful days instead.

Maybe it's true, I envy them.
I'm just a little bit lonely.

Maybe it's true, I'm tough.
I'm just weak.

Maybe it's true, I'm alive.
I'm just dying.

Maybe it's true, I love her.
I'm just hating.

Maybe it's true, I lie.
I'm just telling the truth.

Maybe it's true, I hate love.
I'm just loving it.

Maybe it's true, I die.
No more.