The show is over - close the storybook
there will be no encore
and all the random hands that i have shook
well, they're reaching for the door
i watch the backs as they leave single-file
you stood stubborn, cheering all the while
most were being good for goodness sake
but you wouldn't pantomine
you are more beautiful when you awake
than most are in a lifetime
through the haze that is my memory
you stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy
I know I can be colorful
I know I can be grey
I know this loser's living fortunate
cause I know you will love me either way
Where are you?
1 comment:
hey...
i haven't been online for quite awhile. finals were a killer, havent been home for sometime either. and when i did get home last week, my internet broke down on me. sounds like a bunch of excuses, i know, but its true.
exams are over now though!!! =) it's so long since i did not have to study that it feels weird not to =p
haha...
how have u been? it's been awhile. i'm sorry i couldn't leave u any word before.
I've been wanting to visit your blog for quite sometime...
Your words; they are heartbreakingly beautiful. As much as it tempts me to return the favor, i'm afraid it would be but a desecration of your work.
To glorify or to condemn. That is the magnificent power of the pen is it not? And the power of the one who wields it.
how are you?
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