"this is you and this is me like the birds, they all fly free but that was not what's supposed to be this is as much as you will see"
all those years she had it all the heart of gold that she bore and the happy smile that she always wore everything was beautiful, was what she saw
a playful child he was once and to him, the world seemed fun all day long he would run until the east, down comes the sun
what a waste, it all went down the drain that beautiful face, it all began to faint on that fateful day when it started to rain it all began to change
on his 8th birthday, did he remember in front of his cake, he wished upon a candle "how i wish i'd never......" and the lights went out and he can hear the thunder
she had reached the top and now it's time to tumble the good days are gone in exchange for days to suffer along the corridor she could hear the whispers she would be gone if it weren't for her
the day has come for him enter behind that door lies another world it's gonna be different, that's for sure and through another door comes the girl
she came with all those baggage attached boxes and boxes each with a latch inside containing the things she wished to forget the trauma she dragged with every step
it's dark and cold, he thought he would freeze he felt around and he found a fist he grabbed hold of it and it melted into abyss then he heard footsteps and a shadow walking into the mist
she has disappointed herself by choosing not to see and pretending that they will forgive her cowardness, is what sent her to this the regret that goes along with all things missed
but he could voices in the room ricocheting the sadness of the voices, as if they were crying he felt the pain with so much understanding from his heart, he was talking
that presence made her feel better there's only them as everything else disappear both with no name and no face, just their temperature and that's how she picture
although everything else is gone he could still see the ball of light on it emits so much warmth he stood there and smiled, this will last long
"this was you and this was me we could've been like the birds, flying free but nothing was as it's supposed to be 'cause we lost it all on February 30"
we ™
excuse me :X
11:30:00 PM
THE OLD FART
Wan En
18
HKPS(1999-2004)
Commonwealth Sec (2005-2008)
National JC (2009-2010)
