 
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Pencil marks on                      a wall
                   I wasn't always this tall,
                   You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed,
                   You watched my team win,
                   You watched my team lose,
                   You watched when my bicycle went down again,
                   And When I was weak unable to speak,
                   still I could call You by name,
                   and I said “Elbow healer, Superhero,
                     come if You can,” and You said “I am” 
Only 16, life is                      so mean, what kind of curfew is at ten PM
                   You saw my mistakes, You watched my heart break
                   Heard when I swore I’d never love again
                   When I was weak, unable to speak,
                   still I could call You by name,
                   and I said “Heart-ache Healer, Secret-keeper,
                     be my Best Friend” and You said “I am”
sometimes i wonder why is it so easy have so many emotions and thoughts bubblings inside, and yet when you're faced with a roomful of people, you can just switch and be happy and bubbly all over again.. the other day was just like that.. and when i went home, i felt like i was going to implode..
on a side note, am i supposed to be excited now? please, tell me, cos i wldnt know otherwise..
