I am not sure if i had been awake for a while, you know that point where you are dangling between dreamworld and reality or if i really was sleeping. I do know that the buzz from my laptop made me get up. I would not say i have a lot of friends. It is not because i am a loner or what not, it is just because i have a problem socializing. So when i do make friends, i know they are special. Anyways, he made me smile and he hit me with the bombshell: The poem he wrote during summer. It made me happy and yet sad. I haven't read something that has touched me in this way for a very long time and so, i am dedicating my perfect morning to a perfect friend. Here's our little secret shaped like a tree:
What if Syndrome.
What if i found a flower that you were so sureIf left alone for a while would blossom to something more.What if i gazed on this flower and was consumed with an obsessioni couldn’t see how beautiful what i already had in my possession.What if my flower vanished and left me petals of painWould i be selfish to ignore her, would that make me insane.What if i was half dead and saw her looking from above.Would that make me crazy, or I'm i just in love.What if after all is said and done, after all my sorrows are gone.I am still left with my worries,of all that could be left of herare nothing more than memories.
2 comments:
I like this boo..
Indeed @ What if
Very nice - thanks for sharing & keep writing!
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