Saturday, July 5, 2008

Confessions

These are my hands, but what can they give me?
These are my eyes, but they cannot see...
These are my arms, but they don't know tenderness...
And I must confess..
That I am usually drawn to sadness...
And loneliness has never been a stranger to me...

These are my lips, but they whisper sorrow...
This is my voice, but it's telling lies...
I know how to laugh, but I don't know happiness...
And I must confess..
Instead of spring, it's always winter...
And my heart has always been a lonely hunter.

N.M.A.


p/s - A new member, tqvm - LAKSAM

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

N.M.A .... mcm ku tau siapa penulisnya... Apa2 pun penulisanya mmg hebat...

Anonymous said...

@ super_sapiens sapekah NMA itu?

Anonymous said...

N.M.A ialah... tapi sebelum tu kena bagi tahu dulu sapa yg nak tahu ni...(anonymous)..

LAKSAM said...

for ur info... NMA mahu menyumbangkan sesuatu namun beliau tidak mahu dikenali ramai...maybe oneday he will ya...