The eyes…

The eyes…

 blink and shut

¬†window to one’s heart

the eyes will never tell lies

the eyes will be hurted and cries

the eyes that wakes up for sunrise

the eyes is my surmise.

emokitteh

PS: I don’t care about the grammar. This is a poem and I have poetic license!!

Sure or not??

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I am not sure whether I do it right

I am not sure whether this is what I want to fight

I am not sure if this will make me happy

I am not sure whether it will be the ending of my story

I am not so sure

I am blur.

Nurul Aini Adnan,

Plymouth, 1 October 2005.

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I read tinkerbell’s piece and it touches my heart.

Apabila salah satu pintu kebahagiaan tertutup, yang lain akan terbuka
tapi lazimnya kita akan memandang pintu yang telah tertutup itu terlalu
lama hinggakan kita tidak nampak pintu yang telahpun dibukakan untuk kita.

So, happiness comes to those who are seeking for it. Let’s heal our heart.