P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Listening To:
Gone
Kelly Clarkson
You like Mary.
Mary's no longer here. You probably won't cross paths with Mary because of the distance and time. Perhaps once or twice in a year. And you can thank the lucky stars for your coincidental event.
It'll probably be one of your happiest moment. And it'll could possibly be one of the painful moment where you wouldn't want to let Mary go again just like that.
But, it's only hope. Hope that you even bump into Mary again.
Hence, to kill your longing and misery of missing Mary, you told yourself that your chances are over. Nothing is left for you to be missing Mary. Mary's gone.
Come the sudden busy preoccupied life, the large circle of friends to veer off your mind bout Mary, and the angsty-not-missing you songs to make yourself feel better and stronger.
And you think you will come out alright, A-Ok! after this therapeautic paradigm shift. You cried out loud that you finally could breathe again! Told yourself you're back on the road. Reassured all your friends and family.
And one day, Out came the beeping sound of a message on your phone. Suddenly voluntarily came that Hope. You hoped that it is Mary once you press that button leading you into the INBOX.
You're still in denial. Mary's never gone. You haven't cross Mary out.
City of Weirdos. 7:45 PM
