it seems to me that, i am bad at consoling people...
dated17th april 2005, the day was boring..
was suppose to do something, but went on to sleep unknowingly...
so the day went on, half heartedly...
until the night came, watched the fa cup semi final happily...
manchester went on to trash the magpies, just as expected...
wearing the man utd jersey, everyone knew which side i'm on...
the only thing, the last thing that they will want to know...
my man utd jersey, is fake you know?...
haha, i smiled at the score of five...
everyone clapped, i could feel the vibe...
and that moment, i grabbed my senses back...
as i saw someone, of a fabulous back...
that someone, is more of a resemblance...
but it's not her, after much confirmation...
what a dismay, i thought to myself...
i thought i was lucky, but only deceiving myself...
you told me, that the day is bad...
i merely told you, tomorrow will be better...
now that tomorrow has come, i prayed it's not hotter...
hope the sun that's risen, will make you look so much sweeter...
and then, i reflect, yet again...
not able to help, i felt the pain...
deep in my heart, i meant so well...
but seeing you not any better, i feel so swell...
just so like me, so like the blood in me...
i've inherited, much of the self forgiving me...
the ability to self forgive, is much of a sin...
beliving in tomorrow will be better, doesn't require anyone to make a din...
yet again, how true can the truth be...
for the truth can be fake, the fake can be true...
believe in me, i hope you will...
even, if, i don't make dreams come true...
rules are meant to be broken, definitely...
who says money can buy everything, that's so pathetic...
the poor can afford, but to yearn for nothing...
yearning for sweets, just like a little lady...
and so it seems, apparently...
that i am still, bad at consoling...
=(
i don't know why i've become such a copy"writer", but it just amuses me... arh.. heckz... this is how i feel, and this will be how i express myself, be it right or wrong..
period.
take care.
just like the fireworks, so is my presence in front of you...
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