Let Me Cross The Bridge First In my humble.. Anything I do was never meant to be perfect. And everything I am would never be destined to the fullest. Oh Lord, in my deepest heart I praise You. But I cannot accept this gift of Yours. I don't think that I deserve it. Your image has became what I am today and tomorrow. I am the way You are. I don't think that I deserve it. This hands, this eyes, this lips and this feet. I still don't think that I deserve this image. In my humble.. Let me praise you and let me be not in Your images. 'Cause I don't think that I deserve it. Let me be not like You. Or let me be not to exist. I'm not alike you.. Oh Lord, pardon me for refusing to be like You. I will soon fade. And I'll be seeing her on the other side.

#poem At Nine PM It is rainy night. Quite, calm and I'm alone. Here, in my bad. I'm going to write #poem. It is when I think about her. Wishing that we can be together someday. But words won't come out and I stop thinking words to extend my feeling to her. Now I'm tired. I think I'm just going to listen the harmony of raindrops and fall to sleep. She already knew how much I love her. Only that she hasn't known how good we can be. If only we're together.