i'm a girl with bruises and cuts,
tooo many wounds, tooo many past.
a tattered world that was badly torn,
terminal to collusion was what i saw.
it wasn't pretty,
it was far from okay.
disappointments after disappointments,
'til the end of the day.
i kept this thinking close to my soul,
yet more and more it overflow,
one day i told my friend my perception,
she laughed and laughed and thought it was senseless.
i tot he might jeer, yet not even a sneer,
even thou' he didn't agree with wat he hear.
no criticism, no harsh judgement,
just slow and gentle intervention.
i slapped myself to stop dreaming,
cos the sky haven't even start dimming,
as glimpse of light start appearing,
tt's when i know how much i love him. =)
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