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Thursday, May 31, 2007

If I Could Tell You









If I could tell you,







the secrets of my heart.













If I could tell you,













what no one has ever discovered.













How shall I ever let you know,













the darkest dreams I ever had.













If only I could tell you.






































































































































A poor man has few friends,






everyone abandons him when he falls.






I turned to my right, and there was no one.






I looked to my left, and felt lonely.






Where are all my "friends" when I needed them most?






I put my trust in them when my harvest was plentiful,






and shared with them the riches and joy I had.






Now I know who my true friends really are,






for I am all alone.






A dog is more faithful than man!






It is better to rely on creatures than men who have hearts minute enough for themselves.






Reliance on others makes one weak!






Yet a man is not an island,






always bound to fall in this world.






It is easier to search for a needle lost in the sandy shore than it is to find a true friend.










Perhaps that true friend lies within ourselves...













































































Lost in the ocean of confusion,





like a ship in search of golden land.





All I see is the horizon,





nothing to lose, nothing to bear,





only the reassurance that tomorrow will bring the same endless search.





Too many dreams, too many ideas,





lost in the wind, like an oasis.





At the end of the road, what is there left?





Isn't it just a stone with nothing more than a memory doomed to fade too soon?





Why do I strive so hard,





just to see my work dashed to pieces at a whim.





There must be more than this,





more than what I've found.





Or is this just another illusion,





to keep me disillusioned?





I can't pretend anymore,





to have real dreams by my side when all I am is a ship in the desert,




forever searching for something in the distance.










































Are you just a simple reflection of me,


one which I can kiss goodnight and wave hello?


Under us, we are all the same


Do you feel the same way too?


We shed the same tears,


feel the same joy and pain,


and yet why are you so distant?


Why do you want to hide away in your cave?


What are the masks on our faces for?


Every day, we perform to our very best


We skilfully display the emotions we want to share,


our eyes fooled by each others' dances,


like flowers we bloom to be beautiful but never becoming ripe.


Soon we will fade away like the grass of the field,


but no one has ever seen our real faces,


our masks have served us well.


If you would let me see the beautiful face underneath,


whose eyes I can gaze at and fall in love with forever.


Just one glance would be magical.


But if you can't bear to pull down your mask,


would you let me pull down mine?


Cos when you look into my eyes,


you would realise you are staring at your own.

















There is so much more I want to tell you,

if I could tell you.

I can't say, my friend, if you are one,

but if only I could tell you all that is in my heart,

you know you are the last friend I've got.

If I could tell you,

the secrets of my heart.

If I could tell you,
what no one has ever discovered.
How shall I ever let you know,
the darkest dreams I ever had.
If only you would listen,

if only you would understand,

then I could tell you the deepest, most precious dreams of my heart.

So long my friend,

my white lover,

if only I could tell you.

sissors paper stone; Anonymous 10:23 PM

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