spill
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
15:06
this is where it ends.
de butterflies, de skipping, de cheeks.
i thought i saw.
maybe i did.
but it eventually fades.
fading.
fading into something cheap, worthless and blunt.
i force myself into denial.
sinking my feet into de sand i cant seem to feel.
smudging that liner so i blind.
dancing in some moonlight i choose to hallucinate.
somehow de days get empty.
day by day.
i question my calibre.
as a person, as a friend, as a partner.
maybe i cant be all three.
for attempting de third, is going all wrong.
leaving my feelings messed and hazed.
let it just linger.
or go.
time.
i ponder my future.
my goals.
my mistakes.
mistakes till date i do not regret.
only do i resent.
i am glad i am still young.
no rush.
