SAMANTHA FOO.
SMURFIE
1T10'06 2T10'07
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Beneath the cOvers of Rich & gold,
my Insanity ceases to so die off a Stranger.
The word, emo, is overrated.
People treat emotional people like a different species just because they have more feelings.
& you make me seem as if I am an emo kid just because I care about us.
Would you rather an unfeeling robot?
How would you ever know how emo people feel?
If you were hurt they way they were, then you'd wonder why people think you're emo.
Emo, a word overused, a word splashed black, a word people fear of being labelled by.
So what if someone is emo?
So what.
When you wake everynight, does the sense of regret ever haunt you?
Or does your stomach get attacked by butterflies when the scent of my hair lingers around you?
And do your fingers feel lonely and empty, in need of mine to make it whole?
Are you resentful, do you get annoyed?
If you could turn back time, would you go back boy?
When you realise that it's me you should run to,
From the melancholy of the lost of love too.
When the words that you say pierce your heart as in mine.
If you played on replay our story would be fine.
Your hands to my hips, my face to your lips.
Don't you wish everyday that I'd be your sunshine.
Again.
The guilt inside you creeps all over your back
As memories we shared stroll into your mind.
Like all the truama was surreal,
only if it were surreal.
Regardless of the degree of helplessness you encounter,
Or the magnitude of hurt caused to your heart,
Or the extremes of acceptance of others.
Love is a kind of trust, that brings you closer to my side.
When you thought it'll all be OK when you next see me.
Didn't it feel disgusting, how the silence fell.
As you heard me call his name
And look into his eyes,
The rush of new found jealousy arises, like you were never.
Finally the gush of emotions fill your heart of stone.
You don't have to conclude if staying or leaving hurts the most- they both hurt as bad.
Having to see me everyday in itself is a chore so hard to fufil.
But when the surge of heat burns you up inside
With the acceleration of your heartrace
And the gentle warmth with eventual fuzz,
The worth of even being in my pressence superceeds the love.
You love me too much to take me back.
I love you enough not to demand you back.
& I've become your lullaby
As you to mine.
How ugly the sight of your eyes as you awake.
How torturous the feeling inside you when you wake to a lie.
Stop this cycle that never ceases to stop.
During the day, everything's OK.
Come night fall, unbecomings of us forces into my mind.
My head is heavy, as if I'm already drunk.
I want you back, please come back.
& I'm lovin' it
17:02
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