Somewhere in my broken heart..

You made up your mind it was time it was over,
After we had come so far;
But I think there's enough pieces of forgiveness
Somewhere in my broken heart.

I would not have chosen the road you have taken;
It has left us miles apart.
But I think I can still find the will to keep going,
Somewhere in my broken heart.

So fly; go ahead and fly,
Until you find out who you are;
'Cause I will keep my love unspoken
Somewhere in my broken heart...

I hope that in time you will find what you long for:
Love that's written in the stars;
And when you finally do, I think you will see it
Somewhere in my broken heart.

"You hurt me... "  (-,-)

Crosscurrents

In every heart there is a room,
A sanctuary safe and strong,
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along.

I'd been in love. Twice. At the same time. And it was hard to imagine a new one coming along. But if my mind ever returned to you, the flare of pain was so acute that I wanted to flinch and step away from myself. I couldn't do that, though. Whenever those thoughts came by for a visit, my stubborn heart made me stand there, helpless in the jagged-edged rubble of all those memories, forcing me to relive times and places as they played themselves back to me.

I love you because when I touch you, I feel more a man than any other man...

I love you because nobody could ever accuse us of love...

I love you because you could love another man, yet still you love me... Just me.





 

01:00 AM

Its 01:00 AM, and I still wide awake. Am alone at home tonight, my sister working night shift. She's a nurse.

I've been thinking lately, about what my life would be? what's love? home? family and money?

We can deny angel existance, we can deny they will help us when we really need them.. but you know, they show up in unexpected moment, unexpected place- in any form that they might do. Its up to you to believe that.

Maybe I really need an angel right now, or maybe they just let me handle myself to see whether I can handle it myself or not. My capability to survive.

There is so much to life as we speak, the decision we make will leads us to what it should be. So, decide for yourself. Forget about others cause they make thier own too and not too sure is it involve us or not. Figure it out then..

Oohh..its too late! I need to sleep and dream of my angel.. Gudnite. Attaboy~

Aku sempat kecewa... ( I was heartbroken)

Aku minta pada Allah setangkai bunga segar

Dia memberi aku kaktus berduri..
Aku minta pada Allah haiwan yg gebu nan cantique..
Dia memberi aku ulat berbulu..

Aku sempat sedih, kecewa dan memprotes.
Betapa tidak adilnya ini.. ahhhh~!
Namun kemudian…

Kaktus itu berbunga, sangat indah sekali,
Ulatpun berubah menjadi kupu-kupu yang teramat cantik..
Itulah jalan Allah..indah pada waktunya..

Allah tidak memberi apa yang kita harapkan, tapi memberi yang kita perlukan.
Walau kadang sempat sedih, kecewa, terluka.. Tapi jauh diatas segalanya.
Dia sedang merancang yang terbaik untuk kehidupan kita..
Masihkah kita berharap pada yang lain….?


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I request to dear Allah for a beautiful roses
He gave me the thorny cactus..
I request to dear Allah for fluffy cute pet
He gave me the caterpillar..
I was heartbroken, sad and protesting.
This is unfair...!! Ahhhhh...

But then...

The cactus grow a flower... so beautiful~
Caterpillar turn into colourful butterfly
Thats the way it is... Thats Allah way
Beautiful when its the right time...

Allah will not giving us what we wants but he will give all that we need
Even sometimes we felt sad, disappointed and hurts... Above all
He plans what best for us to be..

Do we still hopes and believe for something else..?

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Unrequited Love

I wish I could write an Ottava rhyme poem,

To call for my callously love...

I wish I can read a stanza of story,
For it will calm my hot heartbeats...
But already my desire and my will,
being pushed by power of the sun that gives shine to the moon...

And I to him,
Like a salt to a salmon,
Like a honey to sallads...

I complaining yes I am,
I really want you badly enough,
Hoping for the best that told by centuries ancient myth,
Devoted I guess...

Will you change this poem's title for me?
Coz it sounds no right not yet..