pocket that silly grin
wondr'n 3years, two hours to fill in
how areyour afternoon darlin'
do you still strum the wooden string?

yeah,heard you skip soda for bear
counted lips to lick and hearts to tear
but still see us in the alley of sun flowers,baby
where you grin, sigh, blew the cotton grasses on me

lets climb the jungle gym
and fall 'gether again
i'll roll of the high way
you'll laugh at me anyway

it was a silly young dream
to hold you hand on the backyard swing
your face on my lap with dom moon stares
no kiss but butterflies up our haven glares

now here we are staring 3 meters away
how are you?its hard to say
see i'v had men and i had this
you had age perhaps this aint a bliss

so lets just runway to the setting of the night
and breath cold air with cotton on our eyes
perhaps his time we could kiss
ad do the things we miss

my eyes wakes from a loley solitude
not consoling the freedom of my life
without a place to lie clumsily peaking my nose,
in a place i ones called home
i've been heavy with blues on my moon
and in the day i sob silent for the glimpse of bounty
waking with scent of heat oil, fried sunset
that a hopefull safety mix
my day is in delay
for this longing though a bliss
i am unshy to say
i dreamt of wash bedsheats in my heap
iniside me cries for this miss
the sureness of care
though not with greenpaper
the sureness of love though unsaid
've been writing love every thank you!
whenever i ask for artificial life i did
i'll have given a future to sit beside that chair
even if you hardly even ask
i'll wash your soil one day
and tell tales of which you've forgotten
cook sunny now and then
cook sunny you cook to mine children

so here i am...a bit....dragging... i've been so drowsy the past days,but i;m not going to write angst this time. i once told my sistah about the fact of having aa blog. i mean, dont this thing get tired of hearing all the angst?blablabal... its about time people write about good things.optimism. i'm gonna be the first one. well...i'm pretty happy these days. nothing happened actually, just the whole simple things. i ride a colorful jeep every day to my school. the past days. i'v e been gulping alot of bottle. they were not milk. it was fun to be with fun people. them....w well...atleast that. from the conio peeps to the trying to be alley guys.but both are nice and fun . well...i also have the ur ge to write an article this time. its nice to practice.with all my spare time. i'm also gonna finally join the troup and practice table tennis for the intrams. i'm gonaa do that. well..i'm glad that my sistah's are not all that with each other anymore. i mean they usually have this gap but now its cool. maybe its because they let it out one day.i hope.i'm just glad. im glad that all the people are cool... i'm also glad about flatter ing things...you kn ow....knowing something that can b oost that EGO!!! i hope not to be amnhid next time.because one of my guy bestfriend told me thats wrong with me.i'm glad he did....we should have been together if i hadnt been so manhid. well...i like y ou too if you'd know that time when i did.hahaha... anyway...im so glad.not really...just a bit...but the fact that im saying it...it persuades. me. and iom not on angst anymore