Some true feelings about me now.

A flower wilts without water,
A lonely heart only grows fonder.
There is no shadow without light,
but with you comes my shameless plight.
My words are always about me,
no mirror, but still me i see.
thats why i cannot treat you right,
And produce all these endless trite.
Thoughts of having your hand to dance,
Would make the lame and the shy prance.
Hoped that you`ll be my valentine,
then I`ll give you all of mine,
but these are only hopes of thy.
You can't feel my heart though i try,
It's like an actor who cannot cry.
Failure is what i'm most afraid;
`Bout hurting you with what i've said.
With you moving further and further away.
I can`t stand the thought of another person`s hand on you,
But what can i do?
Now I can only say,
Whatever that makes you happy,
I hope that it comes true.


Some things are easier said than done,
so I would`nt say it.
Then I can only blog.
All I can tell myself,
Ronald, It`s time to move on.

Ronald 0842am (Friday morning b4 goin to 1030 lecture)