did something, somewhere gone terribly wrong?
how can i fix it, is there a way?
why are there no guide lines for me, anymore?
where's that light shining in from the outside?
why cant i see anything from this ghastly wound,
shocking repellent, stumbled upon and stuck
am i caught in this dance of death;
is my guardian angel crying;
i'm falling
i gave my best shot
tears fall along the bus transparent sill
along with the raindrops that dribbled down the sides
the playlist that i love but the songs it plays that i hate
when that first teardrop touched the surface of my jeans
i thought of the initial 10 cents shoulders offered to lean on
the funny favourite intangible ice cream treat at westmall
the virtual cupcakes that cheered me up instantaneously
the said kiteflying that might never happen
the promised new playlist
the random facts i used to spill
there are some things meant to be said face to face
it's funny how i try to imagine your face
almost all the time
even when you said you're angry
i try to imagine your agitated expression
am i going crazy already;
are you just an imaginery
angel
after that long speech you gave
i find it hard to tell you more
the troubles are dissolving
but yours are piling
now it's my turn to help
but are you accepting my offer?
are you turning away now as you see this;
am i losing you, already?
can someone
tell me what to do to make this right?
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