The silence of the night inspired me to write. With my old school journal and paper, I scanned my feelings and I focused my mind.Yet, the words with the right meaning were not easy to find.
In a race to pass thetime, I had to make it rhyme.So is it really worth it? Or am I just wasting my time.Shall I brake with tradition ? And just jot down what comes to mind ? It's either or neither, I guess I'll go for the truth. What I truly feel.
There's no simplification. There's no exaggeration. I speak my emotion. It's my heart's pure expression. The story of my endeavoured love turned sour. Once that was filled with humour, smile and laughters. But twisted with fate, it's now completely over.
Just when I did pick up the courage to tell you what I felt. My hope to have you in my life turned into rage. The unexpected lies you uttered. I was broken and shattered.I accepted defeat. I bowed in a gracious retreat.Though,It took time for me to realize. In the end, it was a blessing in disguise.For this is just another chapter in our book called life.
I just turned the page over. Our chapter is closed. Perhaps, even gone.
The pages we filled .The story done.A happy ending?Well, not this time.
The sad reality is, This story is mine.
The laughters and tears. It will remain there,The fun and fear are gone again.
The ink is dry. The paper crisp. The journey's over. At least for now.No more wishful thinking. The tears are now falling. With the last page open; I sign the words I hate: THIS IS THE END OF US.Ciao.
posted by pinay freestyle @ 6:21 PM
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