Sunday, March 6, 2011

Too heavy.

I lie awake in the wee hours,
Try to turn a piece of paper into flower,
But I just do not have the power,
So I let it stays in my dream forever.

My heart torn apart,
Feels like been cut by a dart.

Too heavy to count,
Too deep to spill out,
If only I could scream out loud,
I will do with no doubt.


3.30 am.
March 6th, 2011.