while cleaning up my room i found this paper, dirty and had lots of fancy holes in it. well aside from its rather disgusting appearance it somehow managed to magnetically attract me to read the word written in red ink. i bet it is written by a young lady aged less than 20.
how the paper got here? dont ask, coz i dont know.
I’m not a good lover
i mess up
i start a fight
i easily get jealous
but there are three things i like about myself
i don’t play
i give my best
and i love deeply
here’s another one from the same paper.
i always thought
that love can melt
away the pain
no matter how painful it is
but
i realized that pain could also
melt away the love
no matter how great it is
it is when you love someone
that you sink deeper beyond
reasons are not answers
but uncertain emotions
where the right time is
always too late
but still perfect
and finally (this i had to find the missing part, the one that can fill up the paper’s holes)
i can’t be a dummy if i know
deep within me im real
yet, some people may misunderstood me
don’t recognize my existnce, and don’t
even bother to take a simple glimpse of my worth
but this is what i want to say
what you see is never always
what you get, judge me?
well, it depends on…
what you see, but knowing me?
is your creativity to look deeper
peel whatever cover you could see
cause deep within me is
what makes me human,
not perfect,
just the real me (ooops it’s not actually me but one, i preferred me)
[December 2, 2007 | Cleaning the House]