Exactly what I feel now...

Fated Never To Be -- by -Emptiness-

I’ve closed my heart,
And bolted it tight.
No more will I,
In any confide.

For I have met,
The one who’d be,
The girl who’d make,
Me laugh in glee.

Simple and kind,
Thoughtful and sweet.
Someone like her,
No more I’ll meet.

But like some omen,
That foretold our fate,
She was born,
Just one day late.

Destined were we,
To only be friends.
This bond we share,
We’ll never transcend.

Like strangers who both,
Were absorbed in thought.
She brushed past me,
As we briskly walked.

Fated to come,
So close to me.
She’s my soul mate,
That can never be.


I've decided that I better close my heart right now. I mean, I seriously don't think that I'll meet someone else like her. In my entire life, I can't point out anyone that I know, who is even a bit like her. Its like finding a needle in a haystack, or as the chinese put it, trying to fish out a needle from the bottom of the ocean. And furthermore, from her story she told me about what happened between her bf and her, I suddenly came to realise how few people actually will stand by you in times of trouble, as I written in the other poem that I'll post below. She the only one up till date that I heard of that stood by her bf even in his toughest times, even though he dealt her a serious blow. A lot of other relationships I know of broke up for much lesser reasons, such as the guy had a pay cut, or the 'feeling just wasn't there anymore', and other stupid reasons.

And it just dawned upon me, that while the chances of finding one who has a same personality as her is already so slim, the chances of finding a person who actually cares and loves you despite of the situation you are in, however horrible, is even slimmer. Most probably, whoever I find out there will not be like that, and if so, there isn't any meaning in having such a relationship. So basically, there's simply no point left in finding anyone... Its like betting on horses at the turf club. Just that there are like a few hundred to choose from, and only a handful are the right ones... In the face of such disadvantageous odds, why not just keep my money and not bet on any one of them at all? That sounds like a much wiser decision....

Disillusioned...

Anyway, as promised, the other poem:
(its based on her story, but I changed it here and there, and now its about a faithful dog)


A True Friend. -- by -Emptiness-

Once, I had,
A friend so true.
Who stood by me,
Through all the blues.

But then, I was,
Naive and young,
And treated him,
Much worse than dung.

In need, I’ll call,
Else I’d ignore –
I didn’t treasure,
What was before.

Then came that day,
Another I saw.
Cast him away,
Out of the door.

I played and laughed,
Without remorse.
While he endured,
Winter’s full force.

Hungry and cold,
He roamed the streets,
Trying his best,
To make ends meet.

Who could’ve foreseen,
What was to come.
To that same fate,
Did I succumb.

My wealth I lost,
To those I trusted.
I pled for help,
But my friends scattered.

In debt, alone,
Without a hope,
Wanting to end
All with a rope.

But just when none,
Would heed my plea,
He took my hand,
And walked with me.

He wagged his tail,
And danced like a clown.
He cheered me on,
When I was down.

He gave me strength,
To stand again.
And gave his all,
Without complaint.

To him I owe,
All that I’m now.
A faithful friend,
My shepherd hound.