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

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Walking along the busy streets,
You don't hold my hand anymore.

I carefully hold on to your little finger.

Tears fall gently down

You've been hiding some things from me.
But in the end, you still had to say them.

An emotionless "We can still be friends."
Your words are like a cutting knife.

I know after separation, you're not sad.
You're happier than before.

How do you expect me to say words of congratulations to you?

Did our past happiness fade in colour?

I'd like to ask how you can bare to let it go.

Don't tell me anymore that you still miss me

Cause i know you're happier than before.

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<~ perfected ~>
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