Saturday, March 20, 2010

Happys or what? I don't know. #7

Sometimes I need the silence.
I enjoy the quietness.
Quiet down and hear me speak.
For I will not repeat myself.
If you do not take the chance to step in,
My doors would be closed.


I do not loathe him neither do I take him as a friend
Friend? NO. Try harder next time.
Stranger; we walk on parallel lines that never meets.
Be immature, I'll pity those around you.
Go on with your infantile behavior.
But when show's over; crowd's gone.

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