How do i say it ...

How do i tell you i miss you so?

how do i say love is what i feel?

how do i make you understand -

that i do need the love of a friend?

How do i tell you i hope this wait will soon end?

how do i say i want to be in the arms of my friend?

how do i make you understand -

that i do need your tender, loving care, dear friend?

How do i tell you that i care?

how do i say i love you, dear friend?

how do i make you understand -

that i do need to be hugged and loved by my friend?

How do i tell you my heart longs to be with you?

how do i say it's the mind that's keeping you at bay?

how do i make you understand -

that i do need a chance to show that i care?

How do i tell you i'll wilt and i'll die -

if love's to be further denied?

how do i say that i was thrilled by your touch -

and yearn for your kiss as well?

oh how do i make you understand -

that i need you as much as you do me, dear friend?

How do i tell you all these, and look you in the eye?

how do i say i need you, and not feel shy?

oh how do i make you understand -

this silly self of mine, dear, dear friend?

how do i make you understand -

how the little heart flutters when you walk by?

and how it weeps and cries each time you're unkind?

and how it will die - if your love you still deny ...?

"Big girls don't cry ..."

Can a woman go thru' so much -

and not even feel a quiver,

or let off a sigh,

as he walks by ...?

Can she pass by the garden,

or look into the room -

without feeling a tinge of nostalgia,

or having a good cry ...?

Can she sit by the phone,

and just watch the arms of the clock

go ticking by -

without the urge to pick it up,

and hear it ring,

wait for the pause,

and then the "Hi!" ...?

Can she just turn her head away -

when he passes by,

or swallow each bite -

without feeling his eyes ...?

Can she see the moon -

and not remember what had gone by ...?

see the familiar writing -

and not remember what it had signified ...?

Can she just laugh things off,

and let out a sigh,

tell herself it's silly to cry -

just 'coz he had said

he won't be coming by -

that it was all a matter of weakness,

and that she should let history die -

stay buried and dry,

and let memories just pass by -

'Coz he had said she shouldn't cry ...?

A friendship is easy to come by,

a relationship is no more after a try -

he's just trying to imply:

"That big girls don't cry ..."

So she shouldn't let him make her cry;

well, she's not complaining, nor even asking why,

if she must, she'll give it a try -

and he'll not know if she had to cry ...

'Coz "big girls don't cry" -

so she'll not cry,

nor even ask why;

she'll just cry -

if she feels like having a good cry ...

But she won't ask him why -

she was born a woman, that's why,

and a woman is left

to pick up the shattered pieces,

when a dream went by -

and feelings die ...

To await another when the party's ended

is the job alloted the guy,

so a woman won't ask why:

she knows what she's worth, that's why ...

she knows a guy

will not want to be tied down,

to answer why -

so a guy will not be asked

to stand by

when the river runs dry ...

'Coz a woman understands,

she won't ask why -

to live with memories she'll try

'Coz to forget is to let the old heart die ...

A matter of trust?

I placed my trust in the sun -
'coz of its warmth and its charm,
but away i must run -
'coz its touch has its harm ...
I was swayed by the moon -
it was so bright i could swoon,
but realised not quite so soon -
it is also shrouded with gloom ...
I was touched by the sweet words of romance -
'coz they're what a lonely heart craves to hear,
but had to put a stop to all the romance -
'coz what the heart craves, others cannot bear ...
I've thought of things that i can do -
and others that i have to refrain from: can't do,
i've done what is right and true, and just -
and nostalgic feelings kept at bay, or adjust ...
Hence, upon myself, i've placed my trust -
for i know what i should do, and must:
whatever is dear, in my heart, a treasure chest, i entrust -
for others' sake, not just mine, therefore i must ...
So, i will no longer look at the moon
it reminds me of my wounds
of a place beneath the moon
where lovers come to spoon ...

Conceal thy thoughts ...

What one feels,
none will be aware -
if one does not, one one's face,
display one's wares ...
What one thinks,
none will ever get to know -
if one does not shelve one's thoughts,
neatly in a row ...
What one is capable of,
others won't even guess -
unless one is put
to the test!
What one does not write,
others will never know -
save if they are close,
and one's feelings do show ...

Responsibilities, still ...

Happiness is what i feel -
at a sight on which my thoughts had long been filled ...
it's not important what he thinks i feel -
but what misery that sight had healed,
neither is it important that he knows what i feel -
'coz by that sight i had nothing revealed ...
I suppose he cares not how i feel -
well? ill? or caring, still ...?
it's not what i may feel -
but responsibilities, still,
that's gonna have this friendship killed -
and, in its place, numbness to instil ...
It's not what or how we may feel -
that's gonna change the deal:
though friendship has to be checked, and feelings killed,
memories will still prevail ...
so ... my thoughts i'll not reveal,
the pain i'll just conceal ...

If you love somebody - let her know ...

If you love somebody - let her know,
if you don't - it's still better that she knows:
for it's better to be sad, 'coz of knowing,
than to be falsely glad, 'coz of not knowing ...
I was glad to know that someone had once felt something -
tho' it's sad to know i said what killed that feeling something;
anyway, i was glad i was told, and let known -
in a way it checked what i would have told, and made known ...
Now i'll just say:i'll no longer care, what i used to care ,
no longer dare, my thoughts and feelings air:
for knowing that others care not, what i care,
had left the old heart so barren ... and so dry ...

Dedicated to a friend so dear

Dear friend,
How can a heart resist -
if every nerve insists ...?
how can i refuse to admit -
that i like you, much more than a bit ...?
How can any eye stop searching -
if it's for something so pleasing ...?
how can any lip stop returning -
those smiles given so generously, without the asking ...?
How can i stop another's heart -
from getting hurt?
how can i tell another to be on the alert -
when, to my own heart, i'm not curt?
But, how can i bear to end -
the love i have for a friend?
how can i turn my head away -
from the gallant hero of today?
So, come what come may -
our friendship is here to stay:
sweet moments, for a week, we'll share -
then to depart, each to each's own cares ...

When a friend comes calling ...

When a friend is not around -
i miss him,
when he is miles away -
i think of him,
and my heart follows him ...
But when my friend comes a-calling -
i still miss him,
'coz when he comes calling, i'm thinking:
this might soon be the last time
he'll come calling ...
I have tried not to love my friend
much too dearly,
'coz i know if i give him a place in my heart
i'll miss him dearly,
and no one's gonna fill that place, really ...
I've been counting days lately -
but that's nothing new, really
for oft a friend has made life taste so sweetly -
then to depart, so, so, suddenly,
and i am left missing him so painfully ...
I have a word i wish to say, so, so, sincerely:
when you're feeling blue, or gloomy,
just remember me - i've always made you laugh, so cheerfully,
when you're feeling lonely, or unhappy,
just remember someone still loves you, truly -
for all the thoughtful little things that you've done, so naturally,
will all be remembered, all too clearly,
and you'll be missed, so, so, wretchedly ...

Remember me - as i do you ...

I'll remember you - you found me when i was blue
i'll remember you - for all the kind things that you do
i'll remember you - for all the love that you've shown
i'll remember you - for being a friend so true ...
'Coz remembering you - makes bad things look okay
remembering you - helps drive troubles away
remembering you - is something i'll always do
'Coz remembering you - tells me someone loves me true ...
Remember me - i sure hope you do
remember me - when skies are blue
remember me - when rose buds bloom
just remember me - 'coz i'll remember you ...
When rose buds bloom
or when troubles loom ...
when rose petals fade
or when your heart aches ...
when yellow chrysanthemums are considered a fake
or when you lay awake ...
Just remember me - 'coz i'll be remembering you
just remember someone loves you, too
for all the nice things that you do
for making a lady's wish come true ...