Sunday, July 12, 2009

Remember

Remember,
Seventy times seven while wiping cutlery (I was listening to it on the way to the airport);
Westlife songs at Lido McCafe (sleeping to it so peacefully);
Dbl O and getting hit on by man going through their mid-life crisis (and spilling martinis);
Cuscaden's beer and drama (and breaking up on the same day).


Never a need to fill the silence between us.
Spending hours doing nothing yet never feeling bored.
Talking about old days never cease to become dull.
Never actually thought I'd have nothing to add to things we can dwell on and talk when it has past.

Though you'd be so happy knowing I'm writing something because of you,
I hope you cry your heart out when you know that you took a part of me with you to Aussie. The part of me which is you.

My weekdays I get through perfectly fine,
but my weekends are almost directionless.

It is almost like I don't want to have fun if its not with you,
and I don't want to have friends if you're not part of them.
And I don't want to have weekends because they are almost pointless.


This is so emo only because you love emo shit I write.
I hope this will do perfectly fine for your liking.


I miss you Jeannine. Who will take me away from reality while you're gone?

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