Monday, April 20, 2009

Our Pinky Promise.

Things would not stay the same forever isnt?
No matter how much you want them to.
Its almost a sin, wanting to stay stagnant.
Grow, run away and be free!

In time, I grew dependent on you.
As I stumbled upon, I woke up helpless.
Driveless.
Its for a reason, I suppose.

You got very used to, just saying things.
That I paid my very attention to.
These fragile bubbles, dont often stand long.


Words are comforting, but actions are more heartfelt.



Finals is so over. Hooray for me.
datemedatedateme,anyone.

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