The Lady Who Was Afraid to Love: Praises Posted by dead poet story , Wednesday, 16 July 2008 at 21:35, in Labels: love

He never believes in fate
He hated the very notion that life is as predicted
But somehow it is fated that they met.

In every chilling night
Where some seems haunted
He’s moving fingers writing rubbish
Because his mind won’t shut
If only he could shout
But he turns them into words
That he never reads but laid it for others

He wonders why his days seem to be nice in these recent days
It turns to be weeks now…
What will be the reason?
As he is the one that believes everything that happen has a solid reason…
The reason for all his yucky words that some call poems
Is he worth to be call a poet?
He plays with risk most of his time,
Won some and lose some
But still he plays…

She walks her usual line
A life that she had secured for her future
but deep inside she holds herself?

Life won’t be meaningful if we were to hold the best of us inside
Don’t let us rot
So be free, because life is short to be wasted
Walk with Him but fly free
He walks this line.

Yes, they finally meet.
But he had met her earlier
Where you might ask?
Well, that rubbish weren’t rubbish at all
In dreams though vague, it was certainly her
In those words, thousands of praises in verses
Was meant for her though they never met before
She was written before he even saw her…

But life never let us the weak to run freely…
Nor even to love freely…

In her silence, she question,
“I wish to be brave but never once I’ve thought of this...
never thought that somebody might come and challenge the ground that I’ve stand on…
and the others
what will happen to them? Should I play along? Should I? No! This is not right!”

Each day she falls deeper into him
but each day she allows her fear consume her.,..
She lies on her bed, hoping that sleep will be her escape
she lied to herself
What will you do if you are not afraid, my dear?
I ask of her…

He persist, as he believes to never walk away from your dreams
Seeking chances just to look into her eyes
Beautiful they…
But he too lies sometimes,
Because he too is afraid that she might be hurt…

So both play the lying game
He put his desire in frame
She tries to stay the same
When actually, both is dying
To be together…

Life intertwine
Like a maze where in every turn
They will risk their feelings
Hold what you believe and be brave
Because the end is never too far
As the line is there, paved…
So walk it together,
Because you were meant for each other…
You are.

I could almost see a beautiful scenery
May it not just be a scenery?
Because it looks so complete
Though nothing is ever complete
Still, it looks so heavenly.