Unspoken

And she lay on the bed,

Stock still, eyes closed,

As if she's dead.

Her face pale,

As pale as sheet,

Her body frail,

Frail and weak.

And I look on helpless,

Unfeeling, unmoving,

As if I'm heartless.

But I am

Tearing up inside,

And I am

Fearing.

Please stay by my side.

I know my poems are horribly amateurish and far from good, but it's much easier to express sometimes, compared to long sentences and paragraphs of words and descriptors. sometimes the simpler things contain deeper meanings. sometimes the simplest words, are hardest to express. the simplest emotions, hardest to describe.

on another note, i found Fiona Xie's blog, an emo-ish site with few entries but mostly beautifully crafted words and phrases, and even poems. one thing she can do huh, is write. surprisingly, i really enjoy reading it. although it sounds really depressing.

http://www.alivenotdead.com/fionaxie/blog.html

these are the kinds of poems i really like! sad, angsty, but yet a really nice use of words.

gosh my adjectives are startlingly failing me.

I dread the day I know.

Is there something I really can't see
Or am I just in denial;

Is he someone who is worthy
Or will I get burned playing with fire;

Will there be a tomorrow
Or will there be no sparks and no desire;

Will I come to a decision
Or will he be the first to tire.

somehow, inspiration always comes in the form of depressing thoughts. sad, angsty thoughts. from a mere sentence that couldnt have meant anything deeper than it was.
and yet.
so therefore,
the title is as such.
he did message thereafter, which put me at more at ease again.
how easy it is to make me happy.