to sing or not to sing..
to love the hate and hate the love..
(and suddenly the lights went off...
and the laptop went dimmed..)
i hate it when i make promises,
i take it as a slip of my tongue and mind..
when the promises are left unfulfilled..
i'll start hating myself..
is what i'm scared of right now..
there's lots of friends,
people to talk to,
something to write on,
a melody to hum,
but the loneliness is what i always found..
learning cinquain, tanka and haiku...
lots to tell, limited words used, lines to abide,
i guess i'll never gonna make it right..