Sunday, June 29, 2008

Maybe

Maybe it's not real.
Maybe I'm faking it.
Maybe I'll the only one who knows I'm not.
Maybe you won't believe me.
Maybe you will.
Maybe you will turn away and look at something else.
I understand. 
It's not pleasant.
But reality rarely is.
Maybe I'm all right.
Maybe I'm not. 
"Maybe" I shouldn't use this word anymore.

My Secret in a photo


Understanding me

                                   Pour out, pour out, bitter love

                                   Gorgeous essence in a flood

                                   Who would have thought that it’d be blood.