from a small spark.

(Original: September 14th 2006)

a lie to tell and a simple kiss,
it started in a situation like this. . .
a new beginning but soon to end
doesn’t feel right but not pretend.
to change all deceit into the real
defending what I really feel.
doing things what I think are right,
but then there are inevitable fights.
holding on, never letting go
but the grip just seem to slip, and so. .
broken pieces on the ground,
shattering finely, without a sound. .
to pick them up and cut my heart
made me remember of us apart.
a small spark to feelings ablaze
used to make me amaze.
all seems lost now, but it still seems fate
very vague thoughts of it, turns to hate.