Monday, February 26, 2007

I drag my feet.
I'm admitting defeat.
These bags i carry,
makes me weary.
they weigh down my heart.
I asked for them at the start.

I want to break free.

YES!
What ZEST!
HOW MIGHTY IT FEELS!
OH WHAT WEALS!

Then i look down.
And i frown.
Their bags i took,
Now their backs crook.
I asked for the Onus.
Their Love a bonus.

It makes the pain worthwhile.
Just to make them smile.
So let me shoulder.
Let me make up.
This emotional boulder,
My buttercup.



What's a hand that cannot hold,
A voice that cannot sing?
A heart that cannot care?
A love if it cannot cure?
At least one of us's sure.
And the other dare.
But whats's this thing?
So beautiful we behold?

This L word is so obscene.
Only the two of us has seen.
Into it i careen.
But is it the same that your others have been?




You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
when skies are grey.
I forgot the words the lyrics say.
But seeing you makes me gay.

I Love you.

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