So I got a few comments with my first arrangement of "If I ain't got you". This is my adjusted one. Hope it sounds better (and definitely less boring!)
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Amazing saturday
Choir outing was really fun. Got to know a few more juniors and had a great time with friends.
ONE concert reminded me what we should strive for. Probably should not have let my expectations drop that far. One thing I feel we have over them was feeling. The last song was grand beyond compare though.
It was a blast at Timbre. Started off rocky with a totally unnecessary hiccup but awesome night nonetheless. Got meself a few free shots, courtesy of the cute bartender there.
Same touch, no longer weird. Maybe talking was good. Got really bad when it happened but it seems worth it now.
It was a day without worries. Amazing.
ONE concert reminded me what we should strive for. Probably should not have let my expectations drop that far. One thing I feel we have over them was feeling. The last song was grand beyond compare though.
It was a blast at Timbre. Started off rocky with a totally unnecessary hiccup but awesome night nonetheless. Got meself a few free shots, courtesy of the cute bartender there.
Same touch, no longer weird. Maybe talking was good. Got really bad when it happened but it seems worth it now.
It was a day without worries. Amazing.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Burnt
Burnt
You and I, both volatile.
What were we thinking?
Something. There must have been something
that drew us together like a moth towards the light.
You were mesmerizing,
as long as I didn't look into your eyes,
and I'm sure I was too.
It was ecstasy with you,
as long as I didn't care for anything you.
Like giant fires of passion,
we gravitated towards each other.
You and I, by leaps and bounds.
It was like we were one body.
But that's just it.
We were one body and just the body.
Nothing more but we needed nothing more.
We were so close. So close we clashed so
ever uncomfortably.
Burning each other. Scalding our souls.
That was for questioning more.
Scarred, we dare not venture to further premises again.
All burnt out now, the smoke so suffocating and dark.
There is no more light to guide our way.
I can hardly look at myself.
You and I, both volatile.
What were we thinking?
Something. There must have been something
that drew us together like a moth towards the light.
You were mesmerizing,
as long as I didn't look into your eyes,
and I'm sure I was too.
It was ecstasy with you,
as long as I didn't care for anything you.
Like giant fires of passion,
we gravitated towards each other.
You and I, by leaps and bounds.
It was like we were one body.
But that's just it.
We were one body and just the body.
Nothing more but we needed nothing more.
We were so close. So close we clashed so
ever uncomfortably.
Burning each other. Scalding our souls.
That was for questioning more.
Scarred, we dare not venture to further premises again.
All burnt out now, the smoke so suffocating and dark.
There is no more light to guide our way.
I can hardly look at myself.
Alone
Alone
The loneliness is driving me crazy.
Life has no color.
Hell, it's not even a silent movie.
Everything has just been reduced to nothing.
I stand in the middle and there is just nothing around me,
mirroring all the crazy thoughts and feelings inside.
I am not numb.
I feel empty.
My heart sinks and sinks and sinks.
I wonder what it would be like in the palm of my hand?
Could I speak to it? Is it still alive?
Could it listen?
I have been listening hard to it but it makes no sound.
The general of the army, that is the whole of me,
has gone down.
Every soldier lost. Gossips everywhere but
I hear nothing.
I stand in the middle and there is just too much going on,
mirroring all the crazy thoughts and feelings inside.
I am not empty.
I feel alone.
The loneliness is driving me crazy.
Life has no color.
Hell, it's not even a silent movie.
Everything has just been reduced to nothing.
I stand in the middle and there is just nothing around me,
mirroring all the crazy thoughts and feelings inside.
I am not numb.
I feel empty.
My heart sinks and sinks and sinks.
I wonder what it would be like in the palm of my hand?
Could I speak to it? Is it still alive?
Could it listen?
I have been listening hard to it but it makes no sound.
The general of the army, that is the whole of me,
has gone down.
Every soldier lost. Gossips everywhere but
I hear nothing.
I stand in the middle and there is just too much going on,
mirroring all the crazy thoughts and feelings inside.
I am not empty.
I feel alone.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
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