Four Season Without You

“Summer” is hot,
“Fall” in peace,
“Winter” too cold,
“Spring” just nice,
Like it always do…

Shine of sun stroke the heart,
Lonely heart without you,
Here I am, walking alone,
With smile,
Deep inside, who know?
The rain keep pouring,
Hot summer is not enough,
To dry out the tears that you made.

A leaf drop on me,
It is heart shape,
For one second I smile,
The next, I cry,
Smooth wind promise a peace,
But it shatters the heart into pieces,
As the memories was in it,
It is sweet but it kills me,
Dying without you,

Frozen ice is fragile, So does glass,
Once glass broken, sticking is enough
But once and ice broke,
it never be the same
It is my heart,
Once you’ve touch,
The shape change without return,
What do I live for if there were no you?
When the snow fall,
It sends my love message to you,
To let you know that I need you,
This cold winter need your warmth.

Spring promise a new heart,
How much do I’ll accept,
Never know,
The fall flower gives great scenery,
Sweet and Lovely,
But no one knows the pain behinds,
Pain on being leave,
Even they do, they didn’t,

It just you, and only you forever,
Even the last season pass by,
I’ll be waiting,
Always.


-cherryblossom_earissa- 15.29 pm 15 February 2009

Dear Sweetheart,
“I miss you so much…” the first word that come cross in my mind everytime I see you. You didn’t see me but I see you. Even it is just you picture, enough for now but not later. Sorry cause ignoring you for this certain time. I need to study. I really do. If I don’t we don’t even have chance to meet. I barely want to see you my dear, I really do. I mean it. I really want to know how you’re doing right now. But I just don’t have that time. It’s been a long time I didn’t watch you. Seeing you singing, playing, dancing and having fun for real is something that I hope to do. I miss you, I really do. Just wait for me. “Good Luck” on being a Romeo. Yes, I do jealous of that woman. Well, she is lucky. She really is. Again I’m sorry I miss your show. First is your concert now your theater. It is not I don’t want. I really want too. But I can’t. My hand is not long enough to reach you. “I miss you dear”, I really do. Wait for me till I reach you…Someday…