Running away,
nowhere to go.
Cold shivers running down my spine
only a worn out coat to keep me warm,
I long for
A cup of hot cocoa, and an Amos's cookie
Particularly chocolate chip and pecan , my favourite!
such simple pleasures doesn't come easy these days.
The girl in black
color of my mood
her smile so natural
living me insane
waiting for the last bus
with a quarter on my hand
I wonder how far it will take me
before I can see you once more
things i love
are often shortlived
either fickled mind
or stupidity
whatever it is , wherever I am,
I'm just me
A stranger to all.
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2 comments:
mahem..wanted to do a similiar post..but no "she" factor in it..kaka..now dowan do oreadi..basi liow :P
write only ! im into metaphors now. hehe kindda relaxing writing like this, no need to think so much
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