If only you could hear the music in my head,
you would know why my fingers are aching,
If only you could see the blue in my eyes,
you would know why my lips are trembling.
If only you could taste the anger in my vein,
you would know why my fists are clenching
If only you could touch the tears on my cheek,
you would know why my heart is burning.
Oh dear, my dear, if only you could.
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P.S.: This is my first poem in English (or second, if you count the missing-glasses one). :) I know, I know, I should have been studying for my finals exams, but it kept coming to me! So I have to write it down. It was supposed to be a happy poem. The inspiration came to me when I was dancing (more like jumping and kicking) while listening to my iPod. The first line I wrote down was "if only you could hear the music in my head, you would know why I'm giggling." But after that, I started to write in a sad tone, to a point that I had to go back and change the first line. Another inspiration of this poem is from studying the empiricism for my philosophy class. You know, all the senses and stuff.
ick yet. For two weeks, we sang at different churches. It is great to see how God works through our voices. I had a chance to share my testimony at a very nice church. We spent an afternoon at a beautiful beach in Hunting Island in South Carolina. It is also fun to meet different host family every day. It was a good experience but I wish I had another week off before the school starts.
