Yes, yes...the boring day begins. Its funny how sundays just always have to be boring. I can't get over it, every sunday i am forced to go to church and listen to those precious words from a bible that people like us wrote. Yes! I said it! But anyways, though quite inspiring and all that its just boring to me...i mean i get it. Love, love, love. Oh and those 10 commandents that just so happen to be in every government law system. But anyways, we'll leave that for another day. I find myself always cleaning up my place on this day and today was no no exception...well except for me finding my old poem/rant book that i had 10 years ago. Guess today was fruitful. I went through it amused and the things i had written back then and decided i would at least post 1 or 2 poems (i guess thats what they should be called, was never much of a poet so i never considered them as such). So here is one of them...hope you enjoy it.
Oh and Unnaked soul...i'll try coming up with something for you on that creation thingy. Though i gotta admit, your really torturing me with it.
We can always call, she said
Send mails, emails, or even chat online
It doesn't have to end because am not here
My love will always be the same
Untouched, unwavering, and only for you.
But yet when she left
When she hugged, kissed, and said the goodbyes
When i waved, smiled, and watched the plane fly
I knew, i felt it, things just wouldn't be the same.
The first day was as though she was still with me
The first week was when i felt her physical presence begin to fade
Her smiles, her laughters...
Her frowns, her cries...
The warmth of her body next to mine as we cuddled.
The first month was when it began
Who was she with when i called her
Who made her laugh while i spoke to her
Why didn't she call the other day
She might be with someone, they wouldn't be good together...or would they?
The love was no longer only for me.
If only i had said NO! firmly
If only i had told her how i truly felt about it
This is not going to work out
Its time i called her again
Its been a whole week already
Time to end this distance love-war
Time to surrender to the questions and images...