The deepest cut

Its sad how time passes by

You think you've learnt from all mistakes

You count your hurts as lessons learned

You're so sure next time logic will prevail

And then when history repeats itself

You realize you make the same mistakes

Maybe because you are dying to trust

Or maybe because it comes as a friend

So you're blinded to the writings on the wall

And that's the saddest part of it all

That every time hurt is clad in different attire

You never realize that doom lies ahead

Until its too late yet again

And salty tears come pouring down




For MishMashMuahYang, my 'wife' and 'worst half'. lol
See, black roses, genetically modified, Inspired
Sad though, who would want black roses?

  ~ The most painful wound is the one inflicted by a friend ... someone who really doesn't care enough ... and yet doesn't have the balls to admit it. Unfortunately there are a lot of those around. 'Scissors, scissors, where art thou? Sometimes, its best to cut them off!'



ps. Chale, sorry about the sad poems... they come naturally chale..if only the convos i had with people were more joyful, maybe i wouldn't have something sad to write about, and if only people started thinking before they acted and stopped being so selfish, maybe we'll have more happy posts. Tomorrow, maybe, tomorrow.