the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Monday, January 16, 2006

Body in motion.

Eyes closed.

Hands clasped.

Eyes opened an inch.

Heart ached at what I saw.

Eyes slowly shut to avoid detection.

Pretend I didn't see what i saw.

Pretend it didn't hurt any worse than it really did.

Eyes still closed.

Refusing the dam of tears to flow.

But as usual, I cocked up and one tear each trickled down.

Eyes closed, but brimmed with tears.

Eyes closed, hoping you won't see.

Eyes closed, even when you wanted my attention.

Eyes closed, to ignore what i'm afraid to face.

Pain.

'Are you angry with me?'

Then, I said nothing.

Ask me again.

And i'll tell you now,

'No. How can i stay angry with a face like that?'

Haiz.

Funny how thinking can change one's mind.

Hoping you won't see,

How much it hurts to have you so near...

But yet so far, like an everyday stranger.

Goodbye Stranger.

With eyes still closed.

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<~ perfected ~>
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