tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372270082012-02-16T23:13:05.204+08:00stolen thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08886704069963260067noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37227008.post-1165317503729439502006-12-05T18:48:00.000+08:002006-12-05T19:28:58.400+08:00<div align="center"><strong>The Day When She Was Born</strong><br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><strong>This is the day when she was born<br />Welcomed in the arms of the world<br />Caressed in the arms of the mother<br />Being kissed on the forehead by father<br /><br />This is the day when she aged year by year<br />The day when that baby turned into a lady<br />The day she experienced happiness<br />For her family was always with her<br /><br />As years walked by with her<br />Things have changed around her<br />When she's young, their in poverty<br />But now, she's living a life of nobility<br /><br />And yet this girl wants something<br />Far beyond things or riches<br />She wants to claim "that" back<br />She want to have her parents' heart<br /><br />Misunderstanding began to pour on her<br />For she can't say what she feels to them<br />Many sufferings, she experienced alone<br />Will she gonna last? For how long?<br /><br />Confusion to herself starts to consume her<br />But still she continues to walk on<br />Trying to seal her own emptiness<br />Thanks to her set of friends<br /><br />But still this girl still feels cold<br />Inside her heart she began to crumble<br />The warmth she feels slowly disappears<br />She's still trying to fight those tears<br /><br />Fears, inside her are slowly coming out<br />Tears on her heart, that nobody can't stop<br />But the family she longs for<br />That's the only way she can be cured<br /><br />Alas! No one went out to her<br />Not even the father she adored<br />Nor the mother she longed for<br />Slowly, she, was sinking down<br /><br />Down... down she goes<br />Slipping slowly to darkness<br />Torturing her heart in pain<br />Yet this girl, she keeps on fighting<br /><br />She thinks how long this will last<br />Again, sadness claims her heart<br />And even though she fights<br />For how long will this battle last, she ask<br /><br />Suddenly this girl got tired<br />She got very depressed<br />She misses her family<br />And yet they're not with her<br /><br />When the day she was born came<br />Many greetings came from friends<br />She waited 'til afternoon<br />But no family ever greeted her<br /><br />She went home silently<br />But she faced her mates happily<br />And when she approached her room<br />She locked it and hung herself to death<br /><br />This is the day when she was born<br />And yet this is the day when she died<br />If they're just being next to her<br />All of this wouldn't have happened to her...<br /></div></strong><strong><p align="left"><br /></strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I made this poem as an advance gift for myself on my birthday (It's Dec. 6). Happy Birthday mE</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Grammars? Sorry, my bad ~.~) Hey, I'm trying my best here!</span></em> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37227008-116531750372943950?l=nexusdeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stolen thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08886704069963260067noreply@blogger.com0