Lucky are those who have found love
and been loved.
Lucky are those who bear the gift of face.
Easy is for them to find an easy case
for their own taste
- a goal for their own base.
Lucky are those who has an outstanding confidence.
For by it, they don’t live with a doubtful fence.
Freely as they get any wants in their existence.
I give away smiles, pieces of my lies,
pretending not having rainy skies.
Hiding my Breathless sighs.
Sometimes I am like a rock
too dull to feel, a surface too rough.
A sense I lost, an unreachable core,
I don’t know how to love anymore.
*© 2014 Pax
to simply say: "I am just unlucky in terms of love"
First of all I want to give my special thanks to all my friends who supports me not in my writing but the me who is inside in every piece I penned. To all of you, it let me believed that I should not give up on love, with that it is enough for me to stay positive… hopeful for someday someone will come and bring spring to my 'cold landscape', bring light to my 'unglowing star' and a home that I could finally call my own to stop being the 'passerby'...