Homework.
Homework.
Projects.
Study.
Study some more.
Pressure is suffocating me,
like an invisible rag clamped over my nose and mouth,
I'm drowning in homework.
Today I glanced out of the SMRT taxi window at the inked sky.
And I couldn't help feeling sorry for the taxi driver.
He has to work such long hours, and earn so little.
But I felt sorrier for myself.
I lay my head on the smooth leather seat and felt my empty heart beat.
I am loved.
But not enough.
And I know I'm losing it.
Going, going, going...
Is it gone yet?
I want it back.
I know someone stole your Love, in the middle of the night, where dreams and shadows are free. She took it as I slept in the moonlight, and in the morning, you weren't there.
It's not easy loving you.
You've always said you liked me.
But we never forged that special bond we promised to,
we never went out like we meant to,
and we certainly never lasted like we wanted to.
Tell me, were your feelings true?
Love sets fire to each harvest.
Saccharine,
mind-numbing,
indescribable sensation it was.
Even though a mountain and a sea were between us,
everyday seemed like a glimmer of hope,
a promise of a lazy, much-awaited conversation that was the
highlight of the day.
But it didn't last, did it?
Like a child who grew bored with her doll,
you cast me aside,
and turned to something more 'entertaining',
'better'.
While I sat in the corner,
rosy lips parted,
hair in a tangle,
my arm pale where you brushed against it.
My glassy eyes brimming with tears which fell thick asnd fast in the cotton dress you sewed lovingly for me,
and I asked why, what happened?
What went wrong?
You never replied my silent scream.
But I'm not going till I've got an answer.
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This made me really, really sad, somehow. I guess I know the feeling, of thinking someone you love loves you back, but yet, you have no idea, yet, it all seems like a facade.
But. Yes, Love loves difficult things. Sometimes, we have to let go. But now, you bloody well get your answer from the bastard breaking your heart. If he tries to cheat on you, you can bloody well bet that I will hunt him down, and I will kill him. But of course, you'll have the honours of doing so first.
I know, it hurts because sometimes you still care for that person. But it's okay. He will either
A) Love you back and you'll get your happily ever after complete with occasionally quarrels and make-ups
OR
B) Try to cheat on you or something and end up hanging upside down in nothing but his mickey mouse undies from our school flagpole.
:D We're here for you, sweetie. Ropes, pitchforks, hugs and all. (:
*OCCASIONAL. Damn my grammar is so annoying sometimes.
Anyway, since I have to have one completely new comment to put in my typo, I might as well say that
JOY LOVES YOU MANY MANY MANY ANYWAY.
And men are idiots, so screw them.
You have US instead! :D
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