ytd, i went to vch for a concert. was realli emo when i walked on that bridge. (tt is wen mel was not busy chasing me...) then juz, i realised bout the tym i showed him a poem. i even pleaded him not to make me say that poem to him. well, i aint gonna anyway. cos tt poem was specially made for someone. and this is for him. enjoy.
The day you called to play
I remember I once told you
On the day you called to play
Do not make me lose the game
And feel really sad one day
And yet you decided to triumph
By not speaking a single thing
Put on yr crown and laughed out loud
“Ha-ha, I am the king!”
A block of wood, I thought you were
And still I’m thinking that now
I am your servant, I am your slave
“Oh hail oh hail” I bow
I thought about the unplanted kiss
How foolish I had been
And yet I feel so lucky
Escaping troubles unforeseen
Your image, vivid in my mind
Has lost, though, all its color
It feels so empty, black and white
In that lonely parlor
You’ve not yet spoken, I don’t understand why
It’s your way of gloat, I guess
And yet my heart, you’d taken away
Still loves you no other less
Oh haul your majesty! Oh hail oh hail!
if i shed tears because i had missed the stars, i would also miss the rising sun.
