DEAR DIARY
7:45 AM
PreDid you know, i was waiting for your message that night.
Desperately looking for something to make things right.
Because now it seems you're out of sight.
And you're totally clueless about my plight.
Swift as lightning, sure as gold,
Here came your call, for me to hold.
But somehow, the words that came didn't make me bold,
But instead, what you don't know, tonight it's really cold.
AmidDon't ask why, it's a feeling from the gut.
Something that wrenches hard on the heart.
Perhaps it might look like a minor cut,
But it goes real deep, like a slash from a dart.
A word is enough to paint a picture,
And fear and worry's the worst mixture.
When we look into the future,
What if we're reduced to hi bye on friendster.
PostScanning your face and searching your eyes,
Taking a chance, like throwing a dice.
Will it be warm traces i find.
Or will my fate be saltwater blind.
AnonRewind to the green meadows and bare trees,
Walking your way on the dirt-trodden path.
The air is still and missing a breeze,
Nothing to clear the deep-seated wrath.
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