Saturday, November 10, 2012


Sometimes deep within me,
There are some voices
And I then delude myself,
They are nothing but noises.

Sometimes they long to come out,
Words that lie within me inside,
I wonder if it'll disturb the sleep,
Of people who are awake beside.

Sometime I dream of dreams,
That once kept me awake,
And that silent whisper then says,
That is was some mistake.

That I should keep these thoughts,
Far, far away from myself,
And let them silently die
Sometimes I tell to myself;

Some things are better left unsaid.
Some words are better left unspelt.
Some dreams are better left undreamt.
Some feelings are better left unfelt.