When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
"Next time if situation permits, stand beneath a tree and I'll climb up and shake the brances. Then maybe it'll be good for you too..."
Thanks dude. =)
I haven't felt so doink doink doinkily happy for a rather long time. I kinda missed gallivanting in school *ops* and throwing flirtatious winks at Profs, and going up to them and "deh" them into letting me go off early. It's been a while since I've chatted up total strangers waiting in line for the same thing as me, or say a simple "Hi!" with a gigantic toothy smile at fellow coursemates (and of course my neighbour). It's only today that I realized that I've been throwing them spikiously dirty looks for the past week or so, in spite of their daring ventures to wave and smile.
I wanna love him and hug him and squeeze him. Right now. Share the wonderful joie de Jimmie with him. =)
It's funny how things seem to take on different hues as one's mood changes. Shades of blue, green, red, black. Now it's a warm glow of yellow, orange and gold. I'm rather fond of gold recently. It's got that Cleopatran charm to it. *beams*
Things haven't been a bed of roses for him and me. May I wish upon the soul of every rock and tree and creature, that our future will be of a rosy hue, and that we wil indeed be fine.
There may be certain inconveniences obstructing our small small steps that tire out our stumpy stumpy legs. Why can't we take things a lil' slower, and rest on the green green rolling hills of love together? The world is our oyster - Him and me, for as long as can be.
