The candle light flickers in the dark
As raindrops fall aimlessly
I try not to think about it
But something still makes me lonely
I try to figure out
What it is
But as I look deeper
I realize that it doesn’t exist
It may be a small thing
And for you, may not really matter
But you don’t know that without it
I will surely shatter
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
thoughts of you
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Can't stand you
Can’t stand the way you would walk pass me
Making me turn into your direction,
Letting time slip by my fingers
And losing every bit of my concentration
Can’t stand the way you would call my name out of nowhere
With your voice like the whisper of the wind to a tree
Causing me to freeze like an abstract statue
Not knowing what I should or who I should be
Can’t stand the way you would sing songs
That are obviously out of tune
But you make my world flourish
Even if it’s in the middle of June
Can’t stand the way you would laugh loudly
With a joke that’s clearly shallow
But you would find it very amusing
As everyone else follows
Can’t stand the way you would tell me
A very silly but nevertheless funny joke
Nor the way you would sneak up behind me
Just to take a sip from my coke
Can’t stand the way your hair
Is combed down in the morning
Nor the way you wouldn’t answer
My calls to you in the evening
Can’t stand the way you would
Belittle others especially me
And my so called talents
But it’s no big deal, really
Can’t stand the way
You would make me chase you around the school
Just for you to see how fast I could go
And Making me act like a complete fool
Can’t stand the way you would
make me stutter words all of a sudden
even if I have perfect diction
it just sort of happens
Can’t stand the way you would
Take food from my plate
But I guess it can’t be helped
Since I think of it as our mini date
Can’t stand the way you would make everything
Seem like some ridiculous joke
Even if the problem appears very deep
And the towel I’m crying on seems to be soaked
But the thing that I can’t really stand
is how you make me fall endlessly in love with you
with only your smileand just about everything that I can’t stand about you that you do
Making me turn into your direction,
Letting time slip by my fingers
And losing every bit of my concentration
Can’t stand the way you would call my name out of nowhere
With your voice like the whisper of the wind to a tree
Causing me to freeze like an abstract statue
Not knowing what I should or who I should be
Can’t stand the way you would sing songs
That are obviously out of tune
But you make my world flourish
Even if it’s in the middle of June
Can’t stand the way you would laugh loudly
With a joke that’s clearly shallow
But you would find it very amusing
As everyone else follows
Can’t stand the way you would tell me
A very silly but nevertheless funny joke
Nor the way you would sneak up behind me
Just to take a sip from my coke
Can’t stand the way your hair
Is combed down in the morning
Nor the way you wouldn’t answer
My calls to you in the evening
Can’t stand the way you would
Belittle others especially me
And my so called talents
But it’s no big deal, really
Can’t stand the way
You would make me chase you around the school
Just for you to see how fast I could go
And Making me act like a complete fool
Can’t stand the way you would
make me stutter words all of a sudden
even if I have perfect diction
it just sort of happens
Can’t stand the way you would
Take food from my plate
But I guess it can’t be helped
Since I think of it as our mini date
Can’t stand the way you would make everything
Seem like some ridiculous joke
Even if the problem appears very deep
And the towel I’m crying on seems to be soaked
But the thing that I can’t really stand
is how you make me fall endlessly in love with you
with only your smileand just about everything that I can’t stand about you that you do
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Remembering you
When I look at the night sky
I often wonder where you are
It seems that you’re with me
No matter how far.
When I lie down on my bed
And stare at the blank ceiling,
I always think about
How you are doing
When I lay down on the grass,
I remember all the things we used to do
There’s never a dull moment
Whenever I spend it with you.
When I walk down the street
And smell a familiar fragrance in the air
I always remember the perfume
That you used to wear.
Whenever I buy something to eat
And sit around the park
I think of the times we used to chat
Way until dark.
When the wind hits my face,
I feel the sweet protection you used to give
That always makes me calm
And gives me the will to live.
When I hear the song
That you used to play,
I sing to the tune
And it cheers up my day
When I recall the words
That you sweetly said
It helps me forget
The fact that you’re already dead
I often wonder where you are
It seems that you’re with me
No matter how far.
When I lie down on my bed
And stare at the blank ceiling,
I always think about
How you are doing
When I lay down on the grass,
I remember all the things we used to do
There’s never a dull moment
Whenever I spend it with you.
When I walk down the street
And smell a familiar fragrance in the air
I always remember the perfume
That you used to wear.
Whenever I buy something to eat
And sit around the park
I think of the times we used to chat
Way until dark.
When the wind hits my face,
I feel the sweet protection you used to give
That always makes me calm
And gives me the will to live.
When I hear the song
That you used to play,
I sing to the tune
And it cheers up my day
When I recall the words
That you sweetly said
It helps me forget
The fact that you’re already dead
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