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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Stronger

I’m a little bit stronger, I’m glad didn’t hold on a bit longer.
Even my heart is telling me to stay... but I was born a fighter even on my weakest day.
Fights with you is all I’ve ever known, you’ve come and gone while I’m crying all alone.
A fight that makes me sees... I’ve been missing a better half of me.
A fight for Love lost in the beauty of everything I see... my love was lost in the world of fantasy.
All I see is you and me, even when there’s a war between a fantasy and reality.
But I’m tired of justifies, and I'm done with hearing my heart cries….
One last fight was all I needed; to see that this world isn’t as good as I paint it to be…
Well, the world is waiting for me whether it shine or rain... somewhere out there I will feel a little less pain.
But going to bed with a broken heart and hear it cries, it is hard to ignore… it need to be justified.
I was born a fighter and I refused to be defeated… with a broken heart I can hardly sleep.
So I rolled out of bed and onto my knees…for a moment there I can hardly breathe.
Then I pick up the broken pieces as I feel my heart bleeds… my eyes filled up with tears as I weep.
While the world is fast spinning, I'm in my room holding on to my heart as it's slowly stop bleeding.
A one way love isn’t worth anything, I'm going to pack my bag and keep on moving.
Today I’m going to walk with my head up high cause I’ve got no more tears to cry.
Today I'm going to let you go, cause I’m thru with all of the “Holding it in" and I’m going to start living.
A life time misery is cured by the courage you’ve given me,
The love we’ve once shared came to an end that sets me free.
The kisses that you’ve sent gave me giggles and smiles...
but if you look up you’ll see them scattered across the sky, Its all that’s left for us to mesmerize...
Thank you for the “Life” you’ve given me, Thank you for the “Worries-free”
Thank you for all that you've done, Thank you for the “lesson” that helps me sees.
And here are the last thanks from me.
Inspired by the sadness of a brown-eyed girl and a Struggled Love of a couple
requested by you





Friday, January 13, 2012

Sad Day For The Livings

What is a sad day for the livings, the innocent loss and the bad guys win.
He looks at peace but how was he before he died, his love ones are left to cry….
No one has heard or seen anything.... till the Sun rise high in morning.
This is Life in a poor country, nothing is filtered nor rated.
This is how The Corrupted rolls in an Un-regulated country,
Where all the Out-Law roams around on the Killing spree.
Some say “Life is cheap” in the Khmer Country,
But personally,
"Life is not to be tagged…Mountains of diamonds or Oceans of money,
Human life CAN'T be bought although it was given free.
But the Bads, the Cruels will rob a Life from you and me;
They’re the Greed and the Needy…they do things blind and selfishly."
 
In this ignorant world if I'm granted 3 wishes, I would wish for.....
NOT for Diamonds, Gold, or Money,
But to eliminates the Cruels, the Bads, and the Greedys.
I'll grand the Innocents and Poor with Peace, Harmony, and worries free.
Last thing I'd wish for is, for us to Love and Protect one another for eternity.
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