My Way Home

I wrote a new poem. Actually I already wrote it on my notebook in the middle of a meeting, since I was sleepy and I've always wanted to write this poem. But then I forgot to rewrite it on my phone, so that I decided to write a new one on my way home from office, in taxi.

When I thought I should rewrite this poem on phone, I already knew that I would make a lot of revisions since I was not satisfied with the content. But then instead of it, I wrote a new one with the sort of same theme, and it turned out to be a much better one and I seem to fall for it. I did not remember exactly what I wrote in notebook, which made me worried, but now I think I'm glad that I forgot.

By the way, I'm sleepy. Why's ripping a CD taking so much time? ( ._.)/|sleepy|

And then I came up with this poem. I first planned to title it 'Home', but according to the last content, 'A Way Home' suits best. I don't think I need to explain what this poem is about, since it's alrady obvious. Also whom has inspired me, it's also obvious.

Well, love it or hate it?

I love it a lot, thank God. Finally I can make a new poem that I can love beside The Awkward Trial. I love the words I chose, also the plot of the story.

The closed doors are everywhere to knock

I walked as fast as the ticking of the clock

Brought up my key to open the lock

Gave no damn to people who mocked

I tried, prayed, failed, got up again

Struggled to shine my light under the rain

While the wounds only worsen my pain

And the blood slowly ran out from my vein

Until I saw your little light in disguise

Led me to a hope that I might rise

Hurt and doubtful, I dared myself to step

Hopelessly worked to shorten the gap

To you I consciously ran without map

My purpose was only your heart to wrap

Your door was surprisingly unlocked

While no one but me you let entered

The welcome was cold, I was trembled

But there I understood what you needed

I know anywhere else but I don't want those

Your conformity has brought me overdose

Just through a softness within your voice

You turned me calm out of all my noise

I finally find my way home

A place where I'm always allowed to come

This is the end of my long painful journey

I belong here from now on, yours truly

Holding your hand, facing the world I'm ready

Twenty four/seven is what you'll have with me

Your Ľovε is the only thing I recognize

My all is delivered to you without compromise