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Saturday, March 7, 2009
The Metaphora
I wasn't ten thousand knives
I wasn't a balloon of thought's parade
Instead, I'm just me
With punk rock playing on a cassette player
In my head - Saturday nights were supposed to be space rock
And tonight our colors seem black and white
Like a bad comic book movie
Collided with our eyes - yours are sparkling oh so bright
Though
A hundred and two days
Of the only poetry seen
Being losely written stories,
I've forgotten how to spell out
i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u in metaphors
About the Sun and the Moon and the Stars
And my pen brushing around your hair
As you sleep and I write - in my dreams
And I know I've been caught up
In one too many things that are not you
And I know
I am not a field of drying wheat grass
- Random puddles in the middle
And that if
All the telephone rings were not mine
Or were not yours,
I would still dream of leaving you pocketed love notes
And you would still never open up your heart for me
Will you ever change your mind..?
Well I just got home from work. Shucks. It's been pretty busy there nowadays. And there seems to be a critical shortage of manpower. Hmmmph.. Oh well.. People come and go. Anyway, nice working with you, Vicky. (wonder why she left.. hmmm..) Okay, so maybe I can manage the work load afterall. And new staffs are fast learners too. Yep.
Hmmm.. So I went back with Diyana tonight. I figured since she also lives at Admiralty, why not go home together.. I didn't think much. Haha.. Oh and instead of the usual route home, I took 965 with her. We're going towards the same direction, anyway. So we talked on the bus, about school and stuff. She's 19 too, by the way. Hmmm.. Still, I didn't think much. Just some casual conversation. Nothing more. I don't want to get too close. Let's just maintain the distance, yeah? So yeah.. Diyana's just a colleague luh. She's probably got a dude waiting to pick her up at her bus stop or sumthin. Bleargh.. Haha..
(Shucks, I just don't want to get hooked later. She's quite a sweet person actually. Gosh.. This feels weird uh. I don't want to be digging myself another grave. Dude, I just got myself out from the old grave! Haha.. Nope. Girls mean suicide. For now, that is. Period. Heh.)
Note To Self:
not this time.
reminisced;
- 12:42 AM
