On that bench, Where all of my Sweet Memories Float

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I sat there waiting from my sweetheart to come

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I looked up at the sky to see a bright sun shining high above

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I calmed and assured myself that my sweetheart will come

On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I pondered around my imagination and thought of what is going to be said
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I sat there holding tightly in my hands what is going to bond us, my sweetheart and I
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I looked at my watch, thinking of what took my sweetheart so long
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I called my sweetheart not once but a million times
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
I listened to my sweetheart's excuses on and on
On that bench
Where all of my sweet memories float
My sweetheart tainted our love with an unbreakable curse
On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

I discovered the meaning of being deceived

On that bench

Where all of my sweet memories float

My hope of seeing my sweetheart again simply left me alone

1:24 A.MSaturday, June 28, 2008

I personally love this piece <3

Until next Friday =*

Sunday =p

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A Walk Under the Rain

I smiled to myself as I walked under the rain. I came a long way and things have changed.
I remembered how I used to hide to protect myself from the rain. Now, look at me! I am actually enjoying walking under it when I had been so afraid and devastated by it once.
I was wrapped with expensive furs; unlike my past when I only had rags to protect me from the cold.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the rhythm of the falling droplets when once I prayed that sound would go away.
I smiled to myself as I walked under the rain, for life embraced me to live again.
Just when I thought I had no right live, a stranger gave me hope that everything is going to be okay…
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Love stories are not always the only stories to be told. There are many stories hidden in our imaginations that must come to the surface some day.
Until Next Friday <3