Life's Pleasures

I wrote this poem a long time ago. One of my personal favorites.

I Hate

I hate the way you look me in the eyes,
Instead you're hurting my sight.
I hate the way you tell me words of passion,
To make me believe you're mine.
I hate the way you hold me tight,
Thinking you'll always be there for me.
But hating you never gonna help,
Cause' you'll always be in my heart.

I hate the way I love you more each day,
Though I'm sure you'll never be mine again.
I hate the way I try to forget you,
But memories haunt me each time I do.
I hate the way I wait for your call each night,
But no ring was heard from the telephone.
But hating myself's never gonna help,
Cause' I'm just hurting myself more.

Hating you is not true,
Hating me is not true,
I don't hate you and me,
Love is all I ever feel for you,
ALWAYS.

There's another personal favorite. But that's for another time and place.

Why fall in love when they say love hurts? Why even take the chance on love when you know that things might not go the way you want it to? Is that the nature of love? For one to feel the pain before finding the right one? Why can't the right one be found the first time?

Why does love exist? Why can't I just fly away to a place where love exist in a different way? Is there such a thing as "in a different way"?

My heart is almost at the peak of spilling over. It will overflow anytime. Why can't you just see it? It might just be left stranded on an island so far. A place so far I've given up on love.

I'll shall be patient. Good things come to those who wait.

Fizah

I do things my way.
So don't stop me.

Don't be afraid to make a wrong move.
Because life has a funny way of making all things wrong seem right.

Memories don't do us much good.
It becomes of a burden as we age.

footprints

don't leave

ALTHEA
AMELIA
ANNICE
CHRISTINA
DAYANA
*GEOK LENG*
HERDA
JASON TOH
JOSHUA
SARAH
SHIKIN
SHIMA
SULINAH
XUELI