Monday, February 05, 2007
she quietly wept..
Run,run, as fast as you can,you can't catch me,
I'm the gingerbread man.
oh no.
No,no,no,no you can't catch me.
that silly game we used to play.
The alcohol we used to consume,
especially through those miserable times,
where we party all-night.
but,
When all has swept away,
there will be no one to cry with,
no one to hug you to sleep anymore,
and there would be absolutely no one who would whisper to you,
and say
"It's gonna be alright."
the past few nights,
when the clock striked twelve,
I'm still probably not home.
I never thought I needed you so badly by my side,
at least to tell me that it's gonna be alright again.
and if I would ever ask God for a favour,
I hope he would change that dirty little side of me,
that indecisive spoil brat,
who can't make a stupid darn decision.
sometimes even on food.
and it would soon become a ritual whenever I eat out for dinner,
I'll order multiple food orders.
and that poor boy has to finish those leftovers for me.
tell me what a bitch I am.
I don't deserve such a boyfriend.
: 12:49 PM