Thursday, July 13, 2006
competitions tomorrow...


my heart seems to race against time
mind never leaving the image of the stadium
never leaving the sounds of my routine music.

i tried to seeked comfort
i tried to find something that can stop my heart from beating so fast
i tried to find some consolation
i tired to get rid of the emptiness i feel today when i stepped into the cold house.
i tired to find all these in your voice.

i tired to stop those tears from coming down
i looked in the skies to prevent those tears from falling
yet they did
yet they defied my will
and fell down my face
leaving a sore cut in my heart.

Divulged at 11:18 PM