Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Not good enough.

Many times I feel like I disappoint. I doubt myself but never you. Shouldn't you deserve way better? I think of the things I've done for you, only to realise you've done twice as much. You give more than you receive. This makes me question how you can be happy with that. Behind all your smiles, there lies a dark sensitive fragile soul. So fragile it scares me, that I'll break you. When I raise such thoughts, you have your way. Your way of assuring me within seconds, leaving me with immense content and security. I wonder how you can see past all my flaws. Your patience amazes me to such an extent. Is it just me or do you feel this too?

4 comments:

  1. love the fact how the title and the content comes with contradiction, in the sense how i began expecting words of disappointment to pop out but then encountered sense of possessing something amusing you every now and then =]

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  2. hello there closet of words! thank you for the nice comment and reading up. cheers! :)

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    1. pleasure's all mine:) Looking forward to your new posts Miss Numzzy .

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    2. :) i hope i dont disappoint then Mr Shrestha. Tc!

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