rear view mirror

"Try to say it's over, say the word goodbye, but each time it catches in my throat. You're still here in me, and I can't set you free, so I hold on to what I wanted most. Maybe someday we'll be friends forever more...wish I could open up that door..."

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I feel like emoting this thursday morning with no reason at all. I had a sound trip before I left home and I got to listen to the song "the art of letting go".Not merely a month ago, I thought I'd be singing that...Well, I'm singing it... it's just that it's not about my life story this time.

Harhar! Something made me smile yesterday. Can't really tell what it is...I just can't.I feel so care free.

Rear view mirror

I remembered how it felt like

looking at the rear view mirror,

you'd give a blank stare

and I'd give back one.

No high five, no entry...

that was how it was,

but I kept on passing without any passes.

You were there

and so was I...

I didn't know if your eyes

were talking with me or not.

Childish memories...

how they were kept alive

inside my mind.

You flooded my thoughts

and how I wished then

that I flooded yours.

But I suppose

and abashingly admit

everybody felt that way about you.

So here I am

wondering and relating

to all the stuffs they're saying about you.

I thought the high five days were back again,

the sensless writing of poems that rhyme,

the pretense of an anger..

that was in truth, admiration.

I remember how it felt like.

How I wish I was back

in the old good times...

but I'm not.

We're worlds apart.

I write poems now

without words that ryhme.

That's the way it will forever be...

the world is too big for you and me.

Harhar! I could only smile.I haven't felt this way for a very long time.

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"Now here it comes, the hardest part of all, unchain my heart that's holding on. How do I start to live my life alone? Guess I'm just learning...learning the art of letting go."